Sharifa could not help herself; a peal of girlish laughter rang out across the room. “The University of Kobek have no women cleaners, let alone unde...graduates, and as for faculty posts...” Then she saw the look on his face. “You mean it, don’t you? You’ll order them to change their set up to co-ed?” she asked.“Not quite. A separate women’s university is the best we could achieve at the moment, but I could force the main university to be the examining body and to award degrees fairly. How do you. Slowly I included her clit until I was gently sucking it and my fingerswere slowly entering her hole. She was moaning louder and louder,calling my name. "Jesus Mikey don't stop, don't stop baby." As I fuckedher pussy with my hand I slid a finger down until the tip was slidinginto her butthole. Her bum clamping on my finger as it entered andstarted to fuck her pussy and ass together, faster and faster until shewas uncontrollable, her hips were furiously lifting up and down, herlegs wrapped. However, Frank's suggestion that we first go downstairs for an early morning swim was also intriguing. The bath could wait.We went back to the room for towels to wrap our waists. We giggled when we saw that Peter was then laying prone atop the teen and giving it to him fast and furious. Both were oblivious to our gawking and our humorous exchange of words before we let them be and hit the stairs in a race for the pool.I won when Frank had to backtrack for his towel that had slipped from his. Closing the door behind him seemed to be my mother’s cue to announce, ‘Dessert’s on, for any who want it.’ The cheer in her voice sounded authentic, but I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t going to test it, either. The standard trio of pies presented themselves: mince, apple, and pumpkin. A week’s worth of cookie-baking appeared too. Exactly five of each kind graced the plates (no one had to take the last of anything), but I stopped counting after ten different kinds. Of course, most of them went back into.