Joan was wearing a very tight blue Michigan T shirt, nipples flaring, and a short cheerleader skirt with Michigan blue skimpy panties. I wore my usual...Khakis and a black polo shirt. At the bar was a rowdy group of college men all wearing red Ohio State sweaters and singing their fight song, 'Across the Field.' "Fight the team across the field Show them Ohio's here Set the earth reverberating With a mighty cheer Rah Rah Rah." A group of Michigan alumni walked in dressed in blue and rebutted. Perhaps it was a mistake going to the Christmas party, because what I saw and heard there last night just made me want to give in to my boyfriend right away.So much so that I have telephoned him this morning - I couldn't help it. I hope he doesn't think I'm a cheap girl, offering up my puki to him. But I really want to see him again and let him lead me gently towards having sex with him. Even if I'm still nervous of letting go, I seem to be led onwards all the time. I just don't seem to be in. Countless moans escaped from her mouth at the pleasure of the movements of the dildo which was going in and out of her. She rested her head against the wall. Her moans were now becoming screams. It was good that her father was out of the house, or else he would have been scared thinking that she was suffering from an unknown disease. She was so close to cum, and after another minute she released a load of cum in to the water. She sighed in relief. This was one of the days that it was hard for. I was having too much fun with my own payback. To say my colleagues were overjoyed at this turn of events would be an understatement. Each said that he had been dying to fuck me for months, it was a wet-dream come true. We even found ways to fuck between meetings in bathrooms and empty conference rooms. God, I was a wanton whore and loving every second of the illicit sex we were basking in. In the evenings we would go out to dinner and drinks, then return to the hotel for the most amazing.