“What are you ... ngh!” Beth’s cheeks flushed, her breath becoming ragged. “Oh, shit...” Her voice was a hiss, the sudden stimulation derail...ng her train of thought.Cecilia pulled her mouth away from Mike. “I wonder how many years we will get to spend together. How many nights we will sit on my porch, how many nights we will count the stars.” Her hand slid down his stomach, her ethereal skin passing through the fabric of his pants. Cool, electric fingers wrapped around his cock, Cecilia’s thumb. She realized it was too early to do anything, even breakfast, so she decided to go up to her room. She wanted to change her damp shorts and panties but she wasn’t going to shower; she wished to keep Landra’s spicy scents on her skin. She took off her clothes and looked at her image in the huge closet mirror. “Now my body is hers...” she reminded herself while she smelled Landra’s remaining aroma on her hands. Finally, she put on clean clothes (a t shirt with her former University’s seal, white. However, as soon as I saw the pink pen I knew that was going to be themain one. 'I really hope that I can get refills for it somewhere when theink runs out.' I pulled off the cap and that strange aroma released intothe air. No one else around me seemed to notice or at least did notcomment on it.I then spent the next 30 minutes drawing little doodles on the paper,happily humming to myself. When the bell rang, I put everything away andturned to see if Jack was awake or not. He was not. I joyfully. So tight were they pressed that it did not fall when the buttons finally sprang open. She broke the kiss. “Fuck me,” she said, surprised at her own crudity and a bit proud. It was a thing she could never have said to Don, but with Thomas, it came naturally. “You’re not ready yet,” he said, voice perfectly calm and even, as if was making a simple statement of fact.Carol strongly begged to differ, wetter than she’d ever been for Don, her pussy tingling but she kept silent. What did Thomas have.