Terry was always the smartest person in the room. While at college I asked her how it felt to be in a room with other smart people? She simply stated ...he was still the smartest person in the room. She had aced advanced calculus in the 10th grade. Terry was now living full time as a girl. Her sister loved having a "new" sister.The down side was she was addicted to sex with me and knew it was top secret. There was no one that was like her to connect with. We sent her off to university with a. Her breasts were small but firm, like small oranges. I stroked those incredible nipples and they grew stiffer, as if by magic, mimicking my cock glowing like a red-hot poker against her buttocks. She stiffened markedly as I pinched the rubbery cylinders between my thumb and forefinger, rolling them into hard little strawberries. She pushed her head back into my neck, rolling her hair in my face, as if egging me on to explore some more.My hand slid back downwards again over her tummy, past the. A few stretch marks gave away her age but were only to be expected on a pair this size. Her dark olive skin gave her cleavage a bit of extra depth and I briefly imagined my cock between her large breasts. ‘Lets walk again.’ Without the t-shirt in the way, the full wobble of her tits was on view. I could barely take my eyes off the spectacle of the olive flesh jiggling like jelly on a plate. My cock was straining against my trousers now. We were still crossing the park but the time had come. . The sound of it crashing against the wall echoed in the stygian darkness.“Shhhh!” Though soft, the sibilance made me start and I banged my head against the rough stone above.I stopped dead, grabbed her metal corset, and hissed in her ear, “There are snakes down here. I fucking hate snakes!”I could only imagine her sardonic smile when she whispered back, “I’m a lot more dangerous than any serpent or god-snake you ever read about in your moldering books.”It was time to check our progress anyway..