Just a few days before she had had a run in with a few Sigma Sisters who clearly did not know their Greek, despite being in 'the Greek community', so ...o speak. Ashley had greeted them with one of the only ancient Greek phrases she knew, one from Lord Byron's poem, Maid of Athens, ere we part. In Greek it read " ZO AMO, SA SA GAPPO " and the sorority girls looked at her like she was more geek than Greek.Ashley did not hesitate to tell them they were a disgrace to the university and their own. I heard a rustling and peeking up I saw she had put a pillow over her face. Smiling I ate her out for a bit longer before sliding back up her body to kiss her deeply, looking into her beautiful green eyes. Guiding her hand to where my bulge rested against her now uncovered honeypot, I raised a questioning eyebrow.With certainty in her eyes she tugged my cock free of its cotton prison and guided me to her hole. I heard her gasp as I slipped into her little tight snatch “uh. So big. Missed. But when Demure smiled at the shaman’s wife she radiated a look of love that was rare enough even in the days when they slept and made love together every night and often through the day. Glade choked and burst into tears. Even though it was not the Cave Dwellers’ custom, she ran into her former lover’s arms and pulled Demure to her bosom. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks. Her words were spluttered out through strangled sobs. The other Cave Dwellers were bewildered and scandalised. She was staring up at me biting her lower lip, as I slowly fucked her with my entire length. I leaned down and sucked on her breast. I could feel her legs wrap around my back. She was making soft, delicate moaning sounds, occasionally glancing over to watch Johanna riding her boyfriend.Johanna was getting louder and she came with a flurry of dirty words. She was screaming, “It’s okay Nate, cum in me. Goddamnit, cum in me.”Cum he did. I remembered the first time I felt Johanna’s plump pussy.