"See what you did? You'd better lick that up." You slide down off me, taking off my pants in the process and lick your way back up, along my groin all...the way over my body, licking off the champagne. “Go to the bathroom, undress, face the mirror, close your eyes and put hands behind your head.” Is all I say after you’ve finished licking off the champagne. As you get off the bed and move to the bathroom, you hear me moving about. As you enter the bathroom you can’t help to steal a peek of your. A sense of grief, of sadness so great she simply couldn't contain itoverwhelmed her, and all she could do was cry.This feeling stayed with her whenever she was around the new kid for thenext couple of days, and then vanished.Odder, she found herself overlooking the new kid again, like she hadbefore the feeling had occurred.Until a month later, when it happened again.This time, she fought through the grief, trying to focus on what wascausing it, and when the feeling started to fade a couple of. "I think you mean get to class!" you replied, with a nervous giggle.You had pulled on your old college uniform, grey skirt, white shirt, blue blazer, white socks. You stood looking at yourself in the mirror for a moment before picking up the pint of water I had left for you. You drank it quickly, wondering once more if this was a good idea. You could hear me downstairs, flicking through the TV channels and walked slowly down the stairs.In the doorway, you pressed your knees together, wiggling. So I did. Being guys we had to check out each other cocks. His was shorter than mine, cut and not very thick, but he had a big cock head. He commented on my uncut cock and how much thicker and larger it was and how his wife would LOVE to have my cock. We were stroking and the more he talked about how she would go wild on my dick and how he would love to watch me do whatever I wanted to do with her. The video got hotter, and eventually I blew my load and he did as soon as he saw mine.