She hadn't had sex since they divorced. It doesn't take much.A few nudges, and her defenses come down. She's getting affectionate, snuggling with me o... the sofa. I try to restrain myself, but it's hard. I keep telling myself I'll stop. No more. Just take this and be happy with it.But then I feel her all warm and soft against me and I just naturally want more. I mean, come on, what guy wouldn't try to make the move on her now? Fine, make a move, don't get into her mind, don't... Aw, shit.It's. I was working with another freshman, named Derrick, it was about seven in the even when the librarian informed us that she had to leave early and for us to lock up. Derrick was a playful hulk of a guy, that enjoyed startling you to see your reaction. I had gotten use to him and would not react when he did something silly. He was in the section reserved for deviant behavior examine a magazine and looking puzzled. I approached him asking 'what's got you so interested,' he showed me a picture. I said fuck yes, lets have a quickie in the shower.We both got naked and started making out. I was hard by the time I started taking off my clothes. We went in the shower and turned on the water and made it really hot and steamy.She rubbed my hard cock as we made out. We soaped each other up. She turned around and said stick it in me. Do it fast, baby, we don't want to get caught. So I stuck it in, she was pretty tight. I fucked her faster and faster, I tried to be quiet, and she did too, just. "Ugh," he grunted, making a face and wiping his mouth."I spent that long concocting the stuff, why couldn't I have taken alittle longer and made it taste better, too?"He glanced at the clock built in to his microwave, noting the timecarefully. He could feel it inside his gut, sloshing around his stomachas if he'd swallowed a water balloon. In a moment, it would settle andmix into his digestive fluids, and then it wouldn't be long before itwent into his bloodstream. Soon, he thought.Several.