Gloria was so down to earth. My dad was born in Kentucky and told me that Kentuckians were some of the friendliest people. If they were all like Glori..., my dad was surely right.We got there a little early and I walked her through the building. I saw her schedule and we didn't have any classes together, probably because I was a year ahead of her. I showed her to her locker and headed to my own. Just before I left, I introduced her to Marie, one of the cheerleaders. We were friends but ran in. "So you and Miranda, hey?"Her face went red as she explained, "Well, I missed the woman's touch, but knew going back was way too dangerous for my marriage, so when a drunken Miranda hit on me three years ago at the same Halloween party, I gave in to the long burning temptation, although not that night. We ended up in Vegas one with both of us dressed up to tease, and after quite a few cocktails...one thing led to another and she was between my legs in the elevator. She is a nymphomaniac and. His cock slipped very easily inside. Janet started to pant at its intrusion. “This is so fucking real though,” retorted Janet. “Definitely not plastic.” “You bet it’s fucking real,” said John looking behind him at Debra. “You should try it you know!” Debra blinked and sighed at his incessant pleading for her to join him. “Your friend’s got a tight little cunt,” remarked John as he turned to Debra. “Yeah! It was all mine until a few minutes ago,” replied Debra. “Janet, when do you think you’re. She had decided to wear a flimsy top that day, with no bra, so that he (and her husband when he returned) would get as much of an eyeful as he wanted of her marvelous breasts. She’d always been proud of her tits, and even after having children they had remained pert and responsive. She often caught men looking at them, and this turned her on immensely (she had often masturbated thinking about who had looked at her tits on many occasions). Today was no exception. She’d caught John looking at her.