Slowly he extended his arm, and his hand grabbed a fistful of my rented uniform. Foolishly, and pointlessly, I tried to move past him. "Crys, WAIT! I....." I shouted over his shoulder toward the retreating form of my Goddess, who was fast-walking down the corridor in a mini-Catholic schoolgirl outfit.The mountain in front of me tightened his grip. "What did you do to her?" Oh shit! His voice was pitched very low and very soft, which was kinda amazing, I thought, considering how angry he was. He. Shechanged into a pair of skinny jeans and the same T-shirt as before. Shewasn't sure, honestly, whether it was enough. With the bra, her chest wasmore prominent than before. The shirt was pulled tight across her chestand the shirt covered even less of her stomach. She turned to the mirroron the back wall."HOLY SHIT!" she thought. She was fucking hot. The shirt was pulled verytight across her torso. Every curve was emphasized. The jeans were tightby design. She turned partway to get a better. Tight pussy, loose marbles. As she was leaving my office, she reminds me that it’s my twentieth anniversary with my wife, and that if I don’t leave now, I’ll be late for my meeting. Shit. *** “Yes, Jacob, that’s it. Oh, Jacob, go slower.” The eighteen-year-old senior in front of me slows down the two fingers he has in my pussy. “Yes, that feels so good. Now, while you insert your fingers slowly into me, I want you to use your thumb to lightly rub my clitoris an- OHHH!” My hips buck as my eager. Countless times he's 'hopped the fence' to me, for a long time merely at his own initiative. For the first six months or so after his first time making love with me, I always left it to his initiative; I found myself wishing he wouldn't come, as it hurt knowing he couldn't stay. My mind ached for a possibility ... then Mr. Smitte had his stroke. I have always been just a 'good' boy ... but with his tragedy, I saw opportunity: maybe they would have to give up Samuel. On that small, selfish.