She began jumping up and down like she was using an invisible jump-rope and was grinning ear to ear. Then she grabbed a stuffed animal from her bed an... began waltzing around the room with it. I smiled and said out loud to myself, "I feel the same way!" Seeing her reaction in the 'privacy' of her own room was almost as good as the kisses we shared because I knew she was feeling the same way about me as I was feeling about her. The drive back to my apartment was quite, yet her sweet voice still. She wore a baggy sweater, with a plaid shirt and leggings. I admit, I had envisioned her to be more than she was. I stood up and introduced myself. She smiled and we shook hands. She had crooked teeth with a slight overbite. I thought she had oversold her looks a little and considered to be on the average/plain side in the looks department. We began talking about ourselves and our graduate work. Susan seemed genuinely interested in my field of study and I too probed her of her research. After. It did my ego good and would have seemed that I had a certain expertise in the art of pleasing a woman to the others there. She came to a shuddering stop and her head hung down, her damp hair now dank fell forward across her face as she took deep breaths and I loved the way her tits moved as she did so. So much so that I reached up and gently massaged them as she sat, still impaled on my cock. ‘Oh that was great, and so is what you are doing now,’ she breathed as she wiped the back of her. Her hands were fine and delicate with well kept but shortnails painted a light pink. Now her arms were thicker, still fit and softbut with just a touch more muscle and there were new darker but sparsehairs on them where there had only been fine blonde hairs before. Herhands were also larger and had more defined veins, the fingers that werelong and delicate before still looked delicate with their well kept nailsbut the fingers themselves had a thicker quality that made them appearshorter.She.