"Would you help me with algebra some time soon? I can't figure this stuff out." You mean that you're actually going to try and graduate?" I tried to f...ll into the same patterns that we usually used. "I thought you'd decided to make twelfth grade your life's work. What are you working on?"There had always been a certain tension that we'd generated until now, and it had been relatively easy for me to engage in some kind of sarcastic banter. But that night, I had to work hard at it, and making. My husband loved to see another man fill me. We had a little ritual that a day or two before a date with a lover, my husband was not allowed to have sex with me. I would tell him that my pussy belonged to my lover, I wanted to be clean, and he would have to wait his turn. It would drive my husband crazy with lust and I enjoyed the torture.Truth is, I hate condoms. If I'm making love with another man, I want him to finish inside of me. On a primal level, he's not dominating me and using my. Becky knew what was coming but did not move. “Becky... don’t make me pull you across my lap. I am in no mood for your protests.”Becky rolled her eyes and Michael raised an eyebrow as he gave a frustrated sigh. “Incredible,” he said as he grabbed her wrist and swiftly pulled her across his lap. He placed his hand on her ass and rubbed a bit. “You understand that all of your forgetfulness has created a lot problems for us? You were the one who wanted to go to this appointment and you didn’t even. " Eventually I talked to her into coming down to the student center to "help" me. Marley showed up the student center wearing nice jeans that showed off her ass and a tank top that somewhat showed off her tits. Her boobs looked bigger than normal, must have been wearing a push up bra. Marley was helping me with my math homework, and my mind kept wandering off about how I could get into that 19 yearold pussy again. As we were wrapping things up I asked her why the other night was a big mistake..