I wasn’t lying. “No. So go on. What happened to Marcie?”I could picture Marcie now. In pure terms, probably slightly prettier than Tee, but also...shorter. In those same terms Tee was a lot prettier than Sandra, but I didn’t want Tee, I wanted Sandra. Marcie, from memory, had a rich dark brown hair that she wore loose as much as she could. She always wore pale pinks or yellows and managed to get away, most of the time, without wearing proper school uniform. Tee on the other hand had always worn. My husband loved to see another man fill me. We had a little ritual that a day or two before a date with a lover, my husband was not allowed to have sex with me. I would tell him that my pussy belonged to my lover, I wanted to be clean, and he would have to wait his turn. It would drive my husband crazy with lust and I enjoyed the torture.Truth is, I hate condoms. If I'm making love with another man, I want him to finish inside of me. On a primal level, he's not dominating me and using my. The hard nakedness of her breasts and stomach writhed on top of me. We kissed deeply and hard and she matched my aggression with her own graceful intensity. She sat astride me, pinning to the bed, boring into me with her heat and desire. Her fingers worked the buttons of my shirt and slipped off my tie until she could scratch her nails and dig into the muscles of my chest. She flicked my nipples, sending shivers of delight straight through my engorged cock. How much more could I take? I flipped. The last week of the nine was all lab-work, and if they finished it early they didn't have to come in at all. Or go back to work, even better.For the eighth week they hit the books again in preparation for the final written test. The physical affection held constant, except for the night that George got annoyed at her for misunderstanding something and yelled at her. Faith seemed to want more that night... The test itself was easier than they expected, and they both did well. That was Friday.