She squinted them when she orgasmed.The memory of that afternoon is clear in my mind. We were in no hurry; it was not the first time, there were no mo...e excuses. We couldn't pretend that we were just out of ourselves, doing a one-time thing that we could ignore later, hiding it together with the other skeletons we had. We knew it was not the last time, we knew that we had given out to that lust, or desire, or the search for something out of ordinary had won, that we'd be seeing each other again. She agreed, and said, "God, if only I was with someone like you in my life. It would be grand!" I smiled and said, "Amy, it's a thrill to have started such a great connection with you. It can only get better. Let's take things slow and easy, and things will happen. New doors will be opened - just be patient!"We began to speak of our fetishes and desires. For her, emphasis was on shared masturbation and being comfortable having orgasms as she pleased. For me, it was discussing many of my. 30 minutes later; he was entering the library, I couldn’t believe that he was actually there; I had butterflies in my stomach. He was even hotter than in my fantasies, his shirt was partially unbuttoned at the top letting a part of his spectacular chest show. I was spying on him while hiding behind the book I was holding, it was like a seen from a cartoon. He stopped at the librarian desk to give back the books he borrowed; he started looking around so I immediately put the book on the table. "No, Dear, actually I cum here because it's far enough from where I live that I don't worry about anyone recognizing me. The numbering went loose about a month ago and the joke is that they put one pillow at each end of their double beds!" Did you bring the plastic cover and the sheets, Mr. Hard Cock?" Of course! Did you bring your toys, Ms. Sticky Pussy?"By way of response, she unzipped her bag and pulled out two impressive dildos. One was a white rubber U-shaped wonder. Half of it was long.