I, still recovering from cumming, looked at my semi hard cock and pulled out the rest of the cum that had collected on the head of my cock, placing it...in my mouth. I have to say I did agree with brad, my cum did taste better than his, it seemed to be a lot sweeter that his was. After I made sure all the cum was removed from my cock and trying to waste the time that I was waiting for brad, I looked back at the computer and looked for more videos in the suggested section. Then I saw a video that. She had one hand on the book holding it, and the other was under the desk.I could not see where but I could sense it was on her wet vagina. We had a uniform (Yes, I know it is odd for colleges nowadays to have a uniform, but ours did). It was a knee-length skirt for girls (dark green colour) and a light green shirt. Her top 2 buttons were also open.I was constantly observing her from the corner of my eye. Her eyes were full of lust. I could see sweat beads on her neck rolling inside her. Dangerous, tattooed, boyish. All things I steer clear of when I'm staring at a woman. But there is something about her that has my pussy dripping. She's always bagging her pants, showing off boxers designed with different things. A baggy shirt over small breasts and a tight waist. A single chain hanging from her hip. A sexy eyebrow piercing curling around her thin clean shaven right eyebrow. My mind wonders. An image only a mind can conjure pops into my head. The train is full and we're both. She began with the basics; her age, her job, how long she had lived in Dallas. As she talked, though, I noticed she had the ambiance of a woman who has been repressed and subdued. I know this because it is a common thing in my work. A lot of my ladyfriends have the same comportment, at least at first.Unfortunately, I make my living off of women who have, for one reason or another, had the wind taken out of their sails and need to be uplifted. Whether it's by their husbands, boyfriends, ex's, or.