Destinee and I went to the lake and we had a wonderfully enjoyable time together. I was so glad that she wasn't the kind of woman who wants to regale ... new man in her life with stories about how "good" or how "bad" her ex-boyfriend had been. I didn't care to be honest and all I cared about was what Destinee thought of me and what chemistry developed betweent the two of us. For me, there wasn't any question. Just watching Destinee "be there" was all that I needed to give me a raging hardon and. Term rolled on and the second-semester exams loomed. But their arrival also signalled the end of the academic year, which meant the long (and hopefully hot) summer holidays. I’d be staying in my new Westmouth home rather than go back to Vicky’s for the summer. Imogen was going home for a couple of weeks to see her family, then coming back because Will had agreed to not only give me some work experience at his firm but Imogen as well. Mark was also sticking around because he’d found a summer job. From next day, smile exchanges became regular. She would leave no opportunity to come to my room. Her blouse necks started getting deeper. The accident of her – shirt’s top two buttons left loose and open – became more common. And every now and then, whenever she came to my room for something, she will try to explain it on my computer and she will stand close to me, me sitting on my chair, her boobs at the level of my mouth and she spoke and moved, going up and down in front of my eyes, her. "You like this, bitch? You like being tit-slapped?" Stop, please, please," I panted. "Let me lick them. Let me suck them. Please let me suck your beautiful tits."She stopped her swaying and said, "Then do it good, slave."She lowered her tits to my mouth and I did my best to satisfyingly kiss and lick and suck her nipples, the sides of her breasts, the delicious space between them, their tender undersides. She cooed and sighed and drove me on with her gyrating body surrounding mine, her pussy.