After about an hour of her raping my asshole with her fist, she slowly started pulling it out.My ass muscles were so tighten up around her fist it was...hard for her to pull her hand loose. Finally when she removed her hand from my ass I could feel my asshole gaped open, I reached behind me and slipped two of my fingers in my loose ass without any trouble at all, I massaged my anal muscle till it closed back up. Then she would come over and sit on my face, her pussy would be soaking wet, and her. I hoped this girl wasn't going to stop. If she stopped half way through, I would scream. Her tongue worked around my hardening nipple with expert skill. She had obviously done this before. When I did nothing but continue to kneel there like a dumb virgin, she lifted my hand and placed it on her breast. I thanked God for her aggression. I would have never had the guts to touch her. But now that my hand was there, my thoughts were filled with wonder at the touch of another girl's boob. It wasn't. Well cared, too. He paused at the door, rummaging through his keys and then unlocking it before ushering me in and turning on the light.“I’ll give you the tour later. After you’ve earned it.”He tugged me roughly against him, so that my ass was pressed against his groin. I could feel his hard-on through his trousers as he kissed the back of my head, his lips lingering on my messy hair, his arm snaking around my waist and trapping me against him, the other cupping my tit and fondling until I. ’ ‘Oh, you’re an artist then?’ she asked. I almost giggled. ‘Not an artist…an art student,’ I said. ‘I came up here to try to get the projects done that I need for my senior year presentation. We do projects at the start and the end of the year.’ ‘I see,’ she said. ‘Who are you studying under?’ ‘My professor is Phillip Whitlow,’ I replied. ‘Tough, demanding, but very supportive. I like his style and his manner, even though, on occasion, I have considered homicide.’ She laughed, a beautiful.