Anyway in my last year I met a girl that changed my life. She was Mary Lou Singer, 5-3, 98lbs of pure unadulterated sex goddess. Mary Lou could give h...rdons to brass statues. She was a walking, talking wet dream and somehow she decided that I was going to go somewhere and she latched on to me and wouldn't let go. Not that I was complaining mind you. But besides all the outside glamour, Mary Lou was smart too. She was only two spots below me in the class standings.We met in February just before. I went in for a kind kiss and she was hugging me.she looked up at me and I said, I will give you the pleasure and happiness you deserve.She said but you’re my son, I told her your life isn’t for wasting, you need some pleasure too. I kissed her again on her forehead.I took my dick between her oily thighs and just touching her pussy lips, I rammed it in and out and she was in a world of pleasure, after five minutes I cummed, most of it went to her ass cheeks and thighs. We kissed and held. I need to be your little showoff porn whore for you baby. I need to do everything your imagination has ever concocted” I take another deep puff on the joint as you deliver the coup de gras. “Baby, when have we ever said anything and been turned off? Look how you have me here already. I'm a bad fucking kitty baby. Will you look at me right now? Have I ever been more your whore than I am at this moment? MY man could never suggest anything I wouldn't do for his pleasure baby. Never. I mean look at. You feel good in my arms." It's not that," she giggled and put her lips to my ear to whisper. "I'm naked under my dress." Ooh, princess," I grinned. "And we've got a three hour drive before I can see for myself." Wrong, smarty pants, I've booked us a hotel."She had too, the Heathrow Hilton, no less. Judging from the disapproving looks I got whilst checking in, I guessed they weren't too used to having sun blackened soldiers in desert camouflage grace their hallowed halls. But I didn't care in.