I was going to let him in for one night, do what I had always known was going to happen, and move on. And I’d done it, no regrets, no looking back, ...ust one night of passion and then off to look for a man who could give me all the other things that Dan couldn’t. Lies of course. I knew before that night I was never going to be the same, but I felt like I had to do it before I could move on, and I desperately wanted to know what it would be like. Now I was in a relationship that gave me all the. Libby was attractive in a rather homely way, with shortish brown hair, quite an infectious smile and a neat ‘fitness regime’ figure with smallish tits, a firm waist and stomach and rounded buttocks crowning quite muscular and strong looking legs. I vaguely remembered her from college, she had started the horticulture course about a year before I finished but had dropped out after about two months. She was quite candid about her reasons, they were singularly financial…she was over 18 and could. We would hang out together in our dorm room and listen to music, watch tv or talk about boys. She had a steady boyfriend and they seemed to have an active sex life. I walked in on them having sex once or twice. It was quite embarrassing for me although they didn't seem to mind. One time they even kept going after I came in and said hello. They seemed to be right in the middle of it. I decided to sit at my desk and pretend to work and not notice they were fucking each other's brains out. I. See!". She spread her legs running her hands up and down her thighs before pulling the leg band of her baby blue cheer panties aside.The thin lips of her now denuded little pussy slowly parted revealing the moist pink membranes inside. Her tiny clit throbbed in tune to the beating of her heart as she waited for a sign of my approval."Very pretty Pamela, but you're wet. Have you been playing with your pussy?" N-no sir! But I wanted to so bad I had to pinch myself three times. But when I woke up.