Most of them I could probably fuck if I really wanted to. But I didn’t care at that moment. I was glad to be with this artsy, intellectual, slim, da...k-haired young woman in my lap. I walked in to Brie's painting studio one afternoon. It was really her classroom, but she always stayed late. She was more driven than the other students. She stood there in a splattered smock in the center of the room, moving her brush back and forth. She wore her khaki shorts. When she bent forward to get a closer. He tried to give as good as he got with his own thrusts, but he just didn't have the energy to match his horny mother. He tried his PC muscle trick, but even that effort seemed futile, for once. The need to cum was simply overwhelming for them both.She cried out, "Cum for me! Cum! Let's cum together!"So he did. Their fucking came to a sudden end as a sizzling rush of semen surged into her vagina. She was surprisingly silent during their mutual orgasms, so he didn't yell too much either. He. I tried wiping it up with my napkin, but that mostly just spread it around. If I went into the bathroom and washed it off, my pants would take hours to dry. There was no way I was going to be able to clean it up. I would have to walk out and hope nobody noticed. When the check came, I tossed the money onto the tray, leaving enough for a colossal tip. I whispered to Janie, "Walk out ahead of me, and for God's sake stay close."She smiled, batted her pretty green eyes, and said in a voice as. She bent down, picked it up, slipped it on, then went out and got into Ricky’s car. Ricky turned out the house lights then joined her in the car. He pressed the door-opener, started the engine, backed out, and drove down the street. ‘There’s a dance Friday night,’ Dianna said softly. ‘Hey, yeah, I almost forgot,’ Ricky said. ‘You going?’ ‘I…I guess so,’ Dianna said. Why didn’t he offer to take her? They drove to her house and Ricky braked to a stop out front. ‘That’s great,’ he said, ‘I’ll see.