He picked me up and we had a small chat in the car itself while he was driving. He told me that his wife and kids were there at his home but there was...a friend’s house to which he had the keys. Then he told me that his friend was out of town and we will have the house all to ourselves. Since I was really horny, I was totally OK with it. He was a tall guy; really muscular and dusky in color.Finally, we reached his friend’s house. But instead of unlocking the door, he rang the bell. I was. Now not just from a salacious viewpoint but also because she felt sorry for her friend.“Men,” she snorted, “I sometimes think we’d be better off without them.”As her hands slid across the tops of the shoulders beneath her, so now they went further outwards. Further so that each time they came up against the neck line of the robe that was bisecting each of Sara’s shoulder joints. Further so that on each touch of that they pushed the cotton a little. Further so that as they pushed it the neck. She stared down at my cock sliding in between her arches with eager eyes. She smiled at me. "You're so hard." she said. But my mind was focusing on the beautiful sight of my cock and her feet. "You...kn-know I'm...gonna cum soon...right?" was all I could think of to mutter. "Yes, cum all over my toes...You know you want to..." "Oh yeahhh." "What's my grade, professor?" "C?" "Is that all my feet are worth?" she asked coyly. "You tell me." I countered, "Touch yourself for me, Debbie. Show me. I came to know of Ryan only during the end of my 2nd semester. He was about 6’1″ and was well built. He used to come to college in tight round neck t shirts, which revealed his protruding muscles and a reasonably tight jeans which exposed his incredible thighs and bubble butt in his bike. Many girls, including my friends, used to wait near the parking lot to impress him when he comes. One day, my friends persuaded me to go with them to the parking lot to see him. I initially resisted, but then.