It was way out in the country. She threw me a baby doll nightgown and told me to get some sleep. Not a problem. I was quite drunk. I got the nightgown...on and fell into the guest bed, and was out in nothing flat.I woke up with a tremendous hangover and a huge amount of confusion. It took me a few moments to realize why I felt weird, and Gina's manipulations all came back. It made my headache even worse. But an hour later, after a shower and numerous asperins, I was feeling better. The shower was. “Dessert later, Jeff!” she giggled.From Hunter’s line of vision, he could see that she wore nothing under that short skirt.The evening progressed. They watched the movie he'd brought on her moderate sized TV. Jeff promised himself he'd be dropping off one a lot bigger before he'd suffer watching another movie on such a small screen. Dessert consisted of Irish Coffees and a lot of kissing. The kissing led to clothes being hastily being pulled off and the two of them migrating to her bedroom.A. A skillful lover, Monty didn't try to force more cock into my mouth than I wanted to accept. And truthfully, his every touch, even his motivation was centered mostly on my enjoyment of this intimacy. It was almost as if he were my own personal gigolo, a man whore paid to please my every sexual whim, and want. His hands caressing, and squeezing my butt cheeks, insinuating a finger into my tight nether ring as his tongue continued to taunt my pussy at the same time. My clit was on fire, sparking. Their affair had created such a stir in the private junior college that she'd been forced to leave, the Dean of Women having politely asked her to enroll elsewhere. Something about intellectual men had always turned her on. Maybe it was because of her journalist father, she wasn't sure, but whatever that magic ingredient was, she'd wasted no time finding it in the man who was to serve as her protector -- her security blanket to replace the loving father who was now dead.So, having left school,.