It was difficult for her to give the money from the purse as my elbow was pressing her right boob. She resisted a bit, but I told myself to stop which...I did she paid after the same. Now I thought of the real opportunity which is coming to my way… She was giving me slight smile too which only I can see. I think I got my message right away from her naughty smile. Soon the lights were off and it was pretty dark inside. I could feel her body heat flowing into me as were standing side by side and so. As it was really cold I didn’t bother with makeup, instead wearing a pink scarf over my face to keep warm. I pulled on a light beige raincoat and then excitedly got into the car. After around 20 minutes I reached the university and it had already gotten dark. The streetlights were on in the university car park. I put a white bobbly hat on over my wig and then got out of the car. I walked quickly in the chilly evening through the university campus, a few cars drove past and a few students walked. She sighed; and began very slowly sliding her hand up and down the entire length of my cock."Ugghh," I grunted. Becoming more insist ant, I pushed my fingers harder between her legs, but they remained tightly closed. I decided to change tactics, and my hand moved gracefully up to her barely bra-covered mounds. I squeezed each through her bra, then my hand slipped beneath. Finding her nipples I rubbed my finger and thumb over them, pinching lightly and twisting. I immediately felt the effect as. She showed that she cared for us by putting forth some real effort, even when she didn’t expect any return from it. Did she have sex? Sure. Why shouldn’t she. I had sex with Francie before I fell in love with her. Why would I think a girl shouldn’t enjoy sex because it’s fun?Rachel? Yeah. I have trouble with that. I have trouble with my eighty-year-old inside who lived in a different reality, if any at all. Can I disconnect my feelings enough to not get upset over it? While I make love with.