Her hair was graying and gathered into a tight bun. Her flat blue eyes peered over a long narrow nose. When she looked at me, she got a pinched expres...ion. She motioned to a chair.I nodded and sat. Then I looked over and saw that Ms. Christensen appeared to be leaving. Before she could take two steps, I burst out, "Can Ms. Christensen stay?"Ms. Christensen paused, looking back and me and then the dean. I looked down, realizing that I probably sounded too eager and that asking might have been. ”I quickly got my wife’s trench coat and helped her out to the car.“How was it?” I asked my wife.“How do you THINK it was?” my wife snapped back. “I was fucked in both holes by a sadistic bitch, forced to lick her to cum on my face, fucked by a fat guy who hadn’t showered in Gog-knows how long, had needles pushed through my nipples whole my ass was fingered. How the fuck do you think it was?”We naturally drove back to Connie’s in silence. Once there, a 9:45pm, a different woman opened to door. Disbelief and outrage would grow as she felt my sticky cream between her lips. She would try to pull my cum out but only succeed at pushing it deeper. "What's wrong with you?" But no. More likely she would notice immediately. When my pace changed, and she felt my cock twitching inside her. Even if I tried to control myself, to not make it obvious, wouldn't she feel the heat from my cum? "What the fuck are you doing?" she would yell, trying to push me away. But I would be pinning her down with. “But I don’t think we’re going to stay together,” he said, which caught me off guard. People typically don’t divulge that kind of information to somebody they just met. I was intrigued (for obvious reasons) and prompted him with a question: “Why not?” I tried to make it sound casual.“Mmm. I hope you won’t think I’m some kind of freak when I say this,” he said, grunting as he yanked on the switch assembly. A stubborn bolt held it firmly in place. “But I just love sex. You know? Just plain ol’.