Show me how much you want it,” he snarled.Straddling his legs, she poised herself over his cock, smiled, and lowered her pussy to him. He could feel...her heat before her opening accepted his shaft in its entirety. Her eyes closed as her hands gripped his shoulders. Suddenly her eyes popped open wide. “Can you feel how wet I am, Tommy? I’m going to fuck you until I can’t move.”With those words, she began to slide back and forth, grinding into him. At first, moving slowly, moaning as his shaft. And why in hell would you think that?”“Because like you said, all or nothing! You know, you could make a song out of that idea.”Lara grimaced. “I think I’ll let you write that one.”“Nah, you should. I only want twenty-five percent of the royalties, for the brilliant idea.”She patted my chest. “You seriously need more sleep, Barnacle Man.”I sighed. “Yeah, three days’ worth, but sadly I have this essay.”“Then get to work!” she chided.On Tuesday, Tommy and I settled into our usual study hall spot.. Slowly heading towards the river - trying to cover himself a bit without being obvious. Didn't think there were men like that who cared. I was just loving the river and hardly noticed when he got there - just diving, floating, splashing around like a k** let free. I finally looked up and saw him trying to get into the water - he thought it was pretty cold. I just laughed and told him not to try to get used to it first just to dive in and it'd be fine. He hesitated but didn't want to look stupid. Whenever shewas not dancing, Jasmine found herself to be a narcissist whowas so in love lust with herself that it took every ounce of herwill power and then some, to keep herself from playing a crassgame of grab-ass and titty-tweak with all those new and niftyattributes of hers. However, even though she was a narcissist,as torqued and turned on as she was, an erotic empathy factorkicked in and, instead of lessening her sense of sexualattraction to other women, it only served to increase it.