She wasn’t going to let him get away with that. Now she was glad she came back for dinner. As soon as the salads were placed on the table, her hands...began to wander under the edge of the tablecloth. He was deeply engaged in conversation with the midwest sales manager Steve, studiously ignoring her. Her nails slide over his pants, pressing hard enough that his words wavered for an instant, but he didn’t break his stride.Working gently across his belt she casually glanced around to be sure no one. Physically it was good and getting better, but mentally I was being tortured. A part of me wanted to punch her, and anpther part wanted to tackle and hold her down, if only to lick every part of her body. Then as if reading mind again she gave me the command to lick her boots. I was only too happy snd disgusted with myself to oblige. I crawled to her feet and stincking out my tongue like the dog I was becoming and began sliding it over her leather boot. It had a disgusting taste but the very. As was usually the case when 'the gang' went to a movie they sat together and generally watched the movie, while commenting to one another in stage whispers about the action on screen. Since nearly everyone else did the same thing, the auditorium was a pretty noisy place. It was something of a campus custom that all movies required direct audience participation and a running commentary. In the case of these classic thrillers, those folks who had seen the movie, or more likely owned the DVD's,. She pushed back hard while she raised her ass to meet me as I pushed into her. She moans louder as she pushes me into her. I'm fucking her like a jack hammer, my cock spreading her wide. She is now fucking me too. I'm giving her the ride of her life. She took the first eight inches with ease; now my hot cock seems to be soaking her up. It grew with each slapping thrust, the hot cum lubing her, as I push deeper. The girth spreading her wider. The sensation of me thrusting into her from behind.