Between exams, I take a break and go to the cafeteria. I know the locals consider it to be cold, but I am a northerner and find the weather quite plea...ant, so I take a seat outside to enjoy my snack. I am almost done when a little Indian co-ed walks up to me and asks, “Shouldn’t you be in school?”I smile at her, “I am.”She fakes a puzzled expression and responds, “You can’t be going here. You are too young.”“You are right, but at the same time, you are not.”“What is that supposed to mean?”I. The tongue moved to her clit. It started stroking back and forth in broad strokes. Then one hand let go of her hip, and its fingers slid into her swollen pussy, burying itself as deep as it could. Before Jan could get used to the fingers buried in her pussy, they began to start stroking back and forth, pumping her deep with each stroke.Before she could stop herself, Jan moaned out loudly, scaring herself that somebody might have heard. To keep from moaning out again, she grabbed her suit jacket. I knelt between her open thighs and lowered my face towards her ripe, musky cunt- slit."You smell good, Mom!... Real good!" I moaned, sniffing the heady aroma of female arousal wafting up from her steamy snatch.Sticking out my tongue I ran my tongue lightly up between the gaping lips of Mom's hairless twat, teasing her hot, seething flesh with just the tip. I'd never sucked a pussy with no hair on it before, and the novelty was a real turn on. It was like eating out a little girl."Ummmmmmmmmmm!. I shoved angrily at the steel hard erection straining against the front of my pants. The idea that he'd intended to be discovered excited me and stoked my anger all at once. All my recollections of him, his smells, his appearance, burned with a new intensity. How many times had he passed me a rent check with a hand that had just been hard at work? How many times had he finished just before I got home? How many times had he slipped into his room for a quick release while I stood in the kitchen?.