I do nothing but rock my hips on his shaft, listening to him moan and suckle. The vibrations on my flesh tease me, his facial hair scratches my skin, ...eaving me aching, wanting more. Finally, I lift my hips just enough, reaching down, I slide him in slowly. I don't plunge, like I thought I would, but allow myself to feel him stretch me wide. He fits wonderfully inside me, squeezing him into me, I begin to ride him slow and easy. But it isn't for long, just enough to get a good feel of him. He. But no. Thoughts slipped in, asking myself what sounds she made when she fucked, wondering if she would like the things I liked, while we hemmed and hawed about office hours and some professor I'd have to meet. We said nothing about the kissing. Finally, in desperation, she invited me to dinner.It was the same there at first, even in her ancient little house so rich with history that it had a plaque on the front porch. Even with a yard that had been converted mostly to shade gardens, which made. I’ve heard some stories about you from the Judge and Steve since we got in and I’m mighty interested in finding out just how much of the stories are true,” Kit said with a grin.“Well, that’s going to have to wait a bit Kit,” I said and waved my arm indicating Tom, Maco, and myself. “The three of us have our marching orders from the ladies. A hot bath, clean clothes, a shave, and a haircut. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like,” I finished as I accepted the bundle of clean clothes and the. Slowly at first, and building as the floodgates opened. I looked down and watched as my piss fell to the ground, making a splattering noise as it gathered into a puddle. A quick look around confirmed that I was still alone, and I pushed the last of it out. Squatting down, I ran my hands over my breasts. I could feel how hard my nipples were from my excitement. I slipped my hand down between my legs and my middle finger found my clit, swollen and sensitive. Biting my lip to keep from being too.