'I bet he's getting a good eyeful.'Nathan had by now sat forward a bit and his right hand was beginning to work its way up her leg."You're fucking soa...ing Tracey," he said to her. "Look I can see drips of your fucking fanny juice." I know!" she laughed. "I'm dripping like a tap here. Go on then do it!" she added as his fingers had reached her wet quim entrance. "You know you want too."With this he slipped two fingers easily up her cunt. An audible slurp could be heard as her lips closed around. Before she knew what had happened she gave him her address. "See you in fifteen" was the last thing she heard before the phone went dead.She sat down before her shaking legs collapsed beneath her. Had she really just given this stranger she barely knew her address so willingly. As if in a dream she simply sat there, until the whistling kettle reminded her of her thirst. She quickly made herself a coffee and half hoping she had imagined the phone conversation. But no exactly fifteen minutes. Donna wasn't overjoyed to find out that I was squiring around another girl. Sitting together in the student union after class one day, she asked me what I was doing. "What am I doing about what?" Why are you dating another girl," Donna wanted to know."The same as you Donna, I'm having fun," I answered. "You can't expect me to sit and wait for the one night a week I get to see you, can you?" If you care for me, you will wait your turn to see me," Donna said."You're joking, right? Seriously, I'm. When he retrieved the shirt from the hamper, a pair of Holly's panties stuck to the shirt. As he removed the paper from the shirt pocket, he realized that the panties were hanging onto the shirt material for no particular reason. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the crotch of her panties was soaked with fresh cum, and, since he had been gone all week, that it was obviously not his! Since that day, the only thing keeping their marriage together was that Bob Larson cherished his.