I fingered her, she was ready alright but I wanted to see if she was any good at oral so looked her straight in the eyes and said "get down on your kn...es Helen". I relinquished fingering her as she slipped of the edge of the bed but pulled off her blouse and bra. Her tits looked even better from above, nipples stood out like dustbin lids as she gave me a blow job. Not a bad one either although at one point she apologised and said "I can't get all that in my mouth". I laughed and replied "well. Now strictly speaking I didn't need Algebra for my intended major. But if you look good all across the board on your grades and classes, you stand a better chance of getting accepted. Besides, I'd paged through the textbook, and they mentioned "imaginary numbers" such as the square root of minus one, the Federal Government's Budget, and things like that. I knew I just had to take the class.And found it deadly dull.The problem was the instructor. He spoke in a monotone with an even cadence that. The tweet was snarky, yet funny, and she had my attention. I figured it would be a good idea to check out her profile and that was an excellent decision. Although she didn’t smile in a single picture, it was clear that there was quite the woman behind those eyes. Beyond the eyes, I would be lying if said the picture of her new hip tattoo and her wonderful chest didn’t capture my attention. I went back and looked at a few of her tweets, finding some that I could add some flirty comments. I did. "She watches as I suction the cock to a mirror in the bedroom, the perfect height for her to suck and fuck it while on her knees. Sitting on the sofa with a perfect view, I feel my breathing quicken. "Perform a sensual blowjob on our friend. I want to see my beautiful wife take another man's cock in her mouth. Make me proud sexy, I have bragged to him about your talents."Crawling to the mirror, watching herself approach the stiff cock, her mind trying to see the face of the man on which she is.