Heat spiraled down my body and centralized in my pussy. My hands left his neck in search of that heat. I ran my fingers over my clean shaven mound bef...re slipping one of them into the warmth between my legs. I slipped the finger inside of me. I found that ultra-sensitive ribbed flesh known as my g-spot. Slowly I began to massage it. One of Bill’s hands moved down and cupped my behind. He massaged the flesh that wasn’t as firm as it used to be but I loved him for not noticing or not caring. His. I asked if she was ok, and as she bit her lower lip, she told me to keep going.I decided to be a little more adventurous. I pulled the collar of her silk blouse aside to expose her shoulders (and more cleavage), and I continued massaging her bare skin. Samantha's skin was warm and super smooth to the touch. She was really enjoying the massage, and she started slouching a little lower in her chair.She undid one more button on her blouse and pulled it even lower below her shoulders. I caught. Thank you very much. Um, these words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. Solomon looked at me, and smirked. I looked past him, and noticed that students were looking at us. Oh, shit. Did I just blurt those things out loud in the library? Apparently so. Damn that Solomon! I stood there, flustered. Solomon gently took my arm, and asked me to join him for coffee. I don’t know why but I accepted. We went to this little café located right next to the Ryerson University library. Once. I start by finding her laundry basket, after that I start picking up her clothes one by one, until I find a thong she has recently worn within the day. As I pick it up it gives off this wonderful smell and I’m instantly turned on. I take the thong up to my nose and take one huge sniff and begin to grow in my pants. I sit down on her bed and began to pull off my basketball shorts so I can masturbate. As I’m laying down on her bed I’m smelling and licking her thong and rubbing my bulge as I’m.