”“Then you must be enrolled in the Art School.”Her smile flashes and something thrills inside me. “Yes, in Studio Art. Are you from the City? ...ow do you know so much about CUNY?”“No, no, I’m from Houston,” suddenly aware of my Indian accent, “although I travel to New York frequently. But every educated person knows of Hunter College. I have friends who have gone there, or wished they had. It is an excellent school and only the very best students get in.”Again the smile, grateful this time. She. So how was Danny?"She blushed comprehensively. "He's lovely. He really is like you, you know ... but ... not very experienced. I'll have to get him to come and talk to you." Thanks! Just what I needed!"She looked at her watch. "Oh, no ... gotta run. Bill ... I love you, you know that?" Yes, baby. You get off ... I'll be fine – we'll be fine, okay?"Jasmine rushed around collecting books and notes and rushed out of the door minutes later. I stood in the kitchen looking at said door. Anna came and. ” He turned me on to my back and kissed me long and deep: his tongue playing with mine and his hand slipping under the covers and between my legs. I opened my legs for him and squirmed to encourage his masculine touch. There had been mornings when my husband Jack had done the same but now it was Jack Jnr.“God, Mum, I love that you keep your pussy completely shaved. You feel so smooth both inside and out.” By now he had slid 2 fingers into my wet cunt. “I love being finger fucked, son. . I told him to go start the car and wait for me, and I would be right out.We went to this restaurant I had selected due to the tables. The way they were positioned and the table cloths allowed be to take my shoe off, and slide my foot up to his crotch. When my foot reached its destination, I was surprised to find that he was already hard! This excited me to an unimaginable point. The whole meal all I kept thinking about was his big hard dick barely being contained by my undies. I continued to to.