We both used to stay in hostels so we generally used to reach college early by an hour. We used to meet at a secret spot inside the campus building an... greet each other with a kiss and a bit of cuddling. When the passion used to shoot up, we touched bellies and induced more bare physical contact. On one particular day I remember I massaged her boobs and she was moaning like never before. Her moans were so loud that we had to lip-lock while I continued massaging her mounds.Kisses, smooches,. ’ she said. ‘But my boyfriend’s at work.’ ‘How fortunate! How about we go back to your place and get to know each other a bit better?’ — The blonde, whose name he hadn’t bothered to learn, led him into the house and offered him a drink. He declined, and slipped another suggestion into her mind. ‘Hey, I’ve got to take a shower.’ she said. ‘Perhaps… you’d like to join me?’ She smiled coyly, and he grinned and began undressing. She followed suit, and then led him into the bathroom. While she. ”“Suzy…blind and all alone…”Lonely. I’m in the dark. Alone. In pain. I don’t want to cry…Kindly, “Just say it again, Suzy.”I can barely speak, it barely comes out, “Please come back.”I’m not sure but it sounds like he’s running. As I hear him come closer, I raise up on my knees. Hands splayed, arms thrust out in front of me, seaching.He stops for a moment and then I feel his hands on me, on my shoulders. My hands curl into fists and I pound his chest with them. As hard as I. Bill was equal to the task, and brought his hands into play, using the skill of an older man to pleasure her entire body, rubbing up and down her sides, over her breasts, tweaking the nipples, rubbing the insides of her thighs, and kneading Margie's ass as he forced his tongue in and out and in and out of her swollen vagina. Margie was in ecstasy and froze as her first orgasm thundered through. "Aaaaah..." was all she could say. Bill showed her no mercy, continuing up and down with his tongue.