On my way back to my car, I walked down the sidewalk past the cafeteria and saw the prof eating a muffin and a cup of coffee. What a hungry guy I thou...ht he must be! A sense of dÈj‡ vu hit me at that moment, but it vanished a split second later.By the third class, I had written a number of stories that had been critiqued in class. I was getting better. I had even written my first erotic story; but it was just for myself. I could never show it to anyone, especially my husband. It. Her fingers are furiously going at her pussy and she is soaking the bed. I love how wet Nicole gets, it's almost as if someone just turns a tap on and she needs a fricking bucket to contain it all. * Oh Fuck! Does he even know how much pleasure he gives to me? I’m so erotically high whenever he touches me. The love I have for him grows with each passing day. Who would have thought that just a short time ago he was forcing me down onto my knees in public? Now, here he is fucking my arse. I love. I didn’t want you in yet, but you might as well now that that silly cunt Ruth has spilled it.”Phoebe blinked. “Might as well what?”“Join us,” Abbie looked different now. She’d shed her clothes, although Phoebe didn’t remember her actually doing it. Now she was as naked as anything, standing in the tall grass. Phoebe stared. I should look away, she thought, but she didn‘t. Abbie’s outstretched hand beckoned, impatient. “Come on already. It’s just this way.” Phoebe was slow to extend her own. . . hard and deep” The recording had reached that part where I was about to climax. And I was right there too, I was ready for him to thrust strongly and fully, the ‘Jeffy’ prick pushed up to my womb again and again. The tape said the words for me. “Deeper, deeper . . . I want you deep, give it to me as hard as you can”Jeff himself was now crying out, “Yes mom!! I need to fuck you – oh god! Fuck me mommy!!“Oh god fuck me . . . fuck me now with your hard cock”, the tape played, I whimpered.