Mrs. Lee, for example, Virginia Lee.She was the secretary to my advisor, Dr. Phipps, and I had quite a bit of contact with her at the beginning of my ...ophomore year, when I was hatching the idea for my business.Now, Mrs. Lee didn't stand out in a crowd exactly, she rather looked the part of a professor's secretary but I immediately saw beyond the graying hair, eyeglasses and high-necked blouses she typically wore. Her hair was often up, many times in a bun, hardly helping her looks, and I. Me: "A little bit." The slow, seductive sound of Vera's voice intensified the moment. Vera: "Now gently stroke your clit. Take the other hand and rub your nipples." My body quivered as I rubbed my clit and ran my fingers over my hard little buds. My breathing quickened. I tried not to moan out loud, but the sounds were escaping me involuntarily. Vera: "Are you rubbing your clit?" Me (between gasps): "Yes." Suddenly, I heard sounds other than my own. It took a few seconds to realize it was. “Use the toy.” he said as he walked towards me. He stopped at the end of my bed and took his shirt off, revealing his tattooed six pack and his guns. There was just something about those tats that turned me on. I picked up the toy and entered myself. It stretches my pussy open, but it feels so freaking good. I make the dildo move in and out of me slowly at first, then faster. My breathing gets faster as I continue to fuck myself with the toy. I use my other hand to rub my clit. I gazed up at my. ’ ‘What can I say? Sorry,’ he said with sarcastic attitude. I wanted to punch the guy but I decided not to, swam back to shore, and sat down on the sand. The guy swam back as well and I found myself staring lustfully as he slowly stepped out of the water. He placed his hands on top of his head and the water dripped down over his six-pack chest. I shouldn’t have looked. The guy sat down on the sand close by. He looked at me and I looked at him. ‘Look, I’m sorry I pushed you,’ he said, meaning.