I don't know how he did it. We had sex at least everyday, sometimes twice. So how he managed to fuck that slut as well? I'll never know. You'd think I...miss him, but I don't. His loss. But I really miss the regular sex and my vibrators and dildos were just not enough anymore. I needed to get laid. So, I took action. I dressed in a mini skirt and some Louboutin's that Ben had brought me for Christmas. Might as well get some use out of them since he never let me wear them because they were. Seriously, tonight when she ‘happens’ to come into the common room, get up from the table and TALK to her. I bet you anything you care to wager, you wake up with her in your bed and you feel a hundred times better.”Or a hundred times worse, which I considered to be the more likely result. Twenty minutes of pleasure, or whatever, wouldn’t overcome my problems and was likely to INCREASE my stress, not reduce it. That said, Angie was cute and was likely to be a lot of fun. And on Saturday, I’d be. They were on Lush as a pair. Being bisexual meant they loved sharing their bodies with each other and were looking forward to sharing with me. This was not a Dom/sub relationship. They were both in charge at one point or the other. At least, that was what they expressed on Lush. Perhaps the reality would be different. But I did, indeed, look forward to having two red heads showering my body with their ecstatic love-making. I was on the phone as I pulled into the college town. The cupcakes were. I saw her butt for the first time.It was large, but strong. I dropped my pants and rubbed my cock on her butt crease. I reached under her mexxy and held both her tits and started to massage them. She stopped what she was doing and put her hands palm down on the work table top and started to breathe deeply. “Haraideo abar.” (Put it in again) she said muffled as she buried her face into her shoulder. At this my cock stiffened even more! I bent her forward and said to her: “Fau sorrau” (spread.