Underneath was a sticky mess, some on the underside of my skirt, and long streaks of his cum on my garter belt, thighs, and stockings. At the area whe...e he had been in some contact with me, he had definitely done a thorough job on the front of my knickers; they were soaked through.I was a sticky wet mess, and I did question my sanity. When I bought that skirt earlier in the afternoon, what did I think would happen? I remembered when I had bought the skirt and the saleswoman in Marks and Sparks. I had even given her what she wanted on more than a few occasions because I would be the first one to admit she had the sweetest ass in all creation and she was about as juicy as any female could possibly be and still be ready for more humping no matter how tired one could get after a hard day’s night.I remembered with great clarity how high she would push her ass up for hard cock without saying a single word but grunting like a schoolgirl when she got it right in that place that set her all on. Pulling a brush from a pouch on her bag, she returned to the mirror. She began to comb her long, lustrous auburn hair. As it straightened under the influence of the brush, it regained some of its glowing radiance, making her smile contentedly.A few more moments of brushing passed before Sarah was satisfied with her hair, stooping to place the hairbrush back into her pack. Standing up, she eyed her figure. Sarah was moderately slim. She had a bit of meat on her bones, but it worked for her.. "What course is this for? I haven't seen you around the campus, have I?" Applied Business Theories is the name of the course. This is not the text for the course. I found it in the library, and thought it worth studying," I said, looking at how she was holding the book, and wondering when she was going to return it to me."Applied Business Theories," she repeated the name of the course, and then, "You must be across the river?" I'm a senior at Pontiac College," I said, indignantly.If she knew.