I throw it away and go back to kissing you. I kiss your neck and nibble your ears, scratching your back as the kissing gets harder and more urgent. We...are desperate to feel each other, taste each other. As I kiss you, you slide one of your hands down to my soaking wet clit and rub me, touch me, slip around and insert your finger, pumping steadily in and out. I didn't think it was possible, but my pleasure begins to rise again. As you touch me, I reach my hands down to your pants and fumble. It was enough that we were together and we both knew I would be leaving for school in the fall. We both sort of took it for granted that we would continue seeing each other and the future could take care of its self.When I went to Columbia to start college, I left Jackie behind in St. Louis. Her mother was a single parent and she was a lot like my folks. She couldn't afford to send Jackie to a big college away from home because the room, board, and tuition were just too expensive. Jackie went. " Another Monica?With that, she stood to kiss me. Our mouths opened, our tongues dueled, and I could taste myself on her teeth. It was a taste I had experienced - enjoyed - only infrequently. Perhaps I should treat myself to that luxury more often.It took an hour of snuggling, nipping kisses, soft words of lust and fear, before I bent Elizabeth over my desk and satisfied her, a satisfaction I was resolved to repeat many times in the future."Michael, I'm going to send Virginia to talk to you. "You don't have to worry your pretty head about it, Mary," you tell her.Her blue eyes go distant as the trigger phrase pushes her into a light trance."I don't have to worry my pretty head about it..." she says in that lovely monotone that has become such a turn on for you since you made your remarkable discovery.Mary blinks back into full consciousness and giggles without a care in the world."Let's go meet Mumsy!" you say.You actually know quite a bit about Mary's mother, though you have never.