Lips touched her nipples and she felt the old familiar connection as the tongue stroked and pulled. Yes, it was . . . aftershave? Jonathan didn't wear...aftershave or cologne, ever! A little feeling of panic overtook her, she searched for her word. It was a finality, that word, and she had given herself up, was washed in whatever feelings were coming over her and hell, none of this was her doing. If he was standing by the door watching she'd give him a show! Fingers had picked up her wetness and. This was hot. I felt like a dirty dirty slut. We heard people outside and they must have heard him fucking us. We waited until we could hear no more voices and he opened the door slowly slamming it shut. I asked what was wrong and he told me my husband was outside. I laughed and he put his finger on his lips. I wondered if he heard me being fucked. I loved it the thought of him next door listening to his wife to be moan as she was fucking another man in the toilet next door. Wow this just. I’m just going to book us a Taxi and go to the loo and then we’ll head off”. John got his phone out and moved out of sight. As soon as he did, Clare grabbed me again. Her hand slowly made its way up my leg until she grabbed my hard cock through my jeans. I let out a little moan. ”Stop... what about John?” I asked. “He’s just fine sweetie, don’t worry. Let me see what we have here.” She slid her hand down my jeans, under my boxers and wrapped her hand around my dick. She slowly rubbed the shaft. With Samantha not being around you definitely decided to pass up on the co-ed dorm, it was going to be hard enough with all these college hotties around without the constant temptation being right where you lived as well. Plus you kind of liked the old fashioned feel to this old place. Above the heavy wooden double doors set into the stonework was the name "Chapel Hall". Indeed, a small chapel sat next to the dorm hall.As you approach a pair of guys about your age were just walking out. You.