I want to be focused and don't want to have these two hours to be anxious and overthinking. I could go work in the garden... but then I'll be hot and ...reathing heavy. And I've already folded my laundry. No dishes to do since Brooks moved out.My mind flicks to the place that it flicks to when I have nothing better to do: my dresser drawer. There lies my beloved wand. I fetch it from within my underwear and grab my laptop and nestle into the bed. Seems like a good way to pass time - distracted -. I went back to my dorm room and told my roommate about the older woman. We laughed about it and then he asked if I was going to call the number. I said "Heck no!" I'm not gay and crumpled the card and threw it in the trash. Shortly after my roommate left the room, I grabbed the card and hid it under some papers. That night I struggled to sleep and fantasized about what it might lead to if I called. I got aroused and slipped out of my room into the showers to masturbate. That next afternoon just. She moaned and thrust her hips against me. I felt her left breast with my left hand. I teased the nipple, pulling on it softly. I could feel the goosebumps on her areola enlarge. I released the nipples from my passion and got on my knee and faced Debra's pussy at eye level. I lowered my mouth to her clitoris and sucked it for a second. Her legs almost buckled as she gasped. I ran my tongue over her clitoris, which had become deeper in colour and exposed itself from its sheath. She murmured and. She nodded as she looked at herself. She pulled back her hair together and stood with one hand holding her hair together while the other on her hips. She turned left and then right admiring her soft tanned body. She admired the beauty her body.She went into the bath and stayed there for about an hour before coming out and drying her body. She had just finished drying her body when the doorbell rang. In her nakedness, she quickly covered herself with her bathrobe and went to open the door. It.