“Can you go and tell Claire that I’m feeling unwell and want to go home?”“Yes. Will you be okay out here on your own?”“I’ll be fine. I p...omise.”Steph left me there to finish the cigarette.She’d only been gone for a minute when the chubby guy, Mark came lurching out of the door. He was drunk, and to the point of being barely able to stand up. He saw me and wobbled over, dropping down onto his haunches.“Hi, Paul. You alright, mate?” he slurred, then screwed his face up into a weird smile. “The. I did catch Bree looking surreptitiously at my wet thin button-down white dress shirt that clearly outlined my chest and matted chest hair. When she realized I knew she was looking covertly, she turned 10 shades of red and started stammering. Bree, one of the most popular girls on campus was embarrassed! Who would have thought! We wound up talking the rest of the evening. As we talked, it became quite evident Bree knew more about me than just casual conversation between two girlfriends!. She feels her pussy becoming wet as he grinds into her. Sliding off his lap, she goes to her knees between his legs. Using only her teeth she loosens his belt and opens the snap on his jeans. Slowly she slides the zipper down, and smiles as his hard cock pops out, finally free. Taking his hard cock in her hands, she looks up at her man and smiles. Letting her fingers trace around the tip. Stroking the soft underside from the head to the base, feeling every ridge and bulging vein. She let’s her. And from reading between the lines of his messages, he’s not going to make it easy. He never came out and said it, but I know he wants me.Well, actually, he did say it… almost. One of his first messages, I remember it, ‘that’s why I’m still single. No one could ever come to the standard you set.’He’s still single… because of me!My husband is beside me, smiling, eyes closed, probably trying to get a little sleep. I probably should, too, but I’m too nervous. Last night, should I say, was.