Now the story about knowing yourself (myself).The school is 250 miles away from home, we recieve a nominal stipend for food and lodging, not alot but ...ou can survive if you are frugal. The school cost a pretty penny if your out of a job but the oppertunities are out there to make up any losses in a short time.We were doubled up in our rooms, to offset the cost of lodging and I got stuck with a, for lack of a better term, sponge. He was chosen as my roommate because we lived about 10 mile. Their eyes met as he slowly fingered her pussy.“If they only knew what you’re doing to me,” she said, glancing over her shoulder to the group inside.“Please finger me faster Scott, my husband,” she desired.He increased his pace, as did their hearts. He managed to use his thumb on her clit, making her want it more. “I need you to fuck me, my husband,” she kissed him.“Faster!” She needed.Scott gave his finger plus a second a determined increase. In, out, in, out, like a piston. “I can’t keep this. As he raised the pace she pushed her ass back to meet his strokes. She put two fingers in her pussy, feeling his cock's motion through its walls. She came hard, feeling so full, so fucked, so loving.She felt, or imagined she felt, the splatter of his cum into her bowels, spraying her insides, as he moaned in ecstasy, holding her ass against him. They collapsed together, holding each other tight. Her ass felt bereft; stretched and empty now, but she looked forward to the soreness that she. And I had to lube her up before Ididdled her. So I eased my fingers in and out of her warm spot. Onefinger, then the second and third.I loved how she gasped and panted for me as I fingered her "pussy."Jessie loved sex. Way more than I would expect a woman to love sex.Another advantage, I guessed, of being a Jessica or a Stephanie-typegirl.After about ten very nice minutes of lubrication and dilation, Jessiesaid, "I'm ready for you now, Dwayne, darling. Slide two pillows undermy tummy, then.