So when she asked me to help her study, I couldn't say no. She seemed like such a nice person, & was quite attractive as well; Getting to know her bet...er couldn't hurt.That afternoon after the last bell rang, I went to her class, & opened the door. She was sitting at 1 of the desks, looking down at a book. She looked up as I arrived, & we exchanged greetings. As I sat down next to her, I half-expected her to suddenly kiss me & tell me she wanted to have sex right there on the desk; I suppose. Mark balanced himself, pulled out and slammed his dick into her until his hips began slapping against her firm buttocks.It wasn’t long before his loins were slapping against her ass in a steady, powerful rhythm. Rana panted and groaned, sometimes letting out a soft whimper when he pulled out, leaving her pussy momentarily empty. Mark’s cock glistened with her juices and wet, sticky sounds filled the room.With every gasp, he inhaled the wonderful aroma of her sex. The force of their rutting. After a while, Jenn yawned and said, "Not much on the tube, I'm heading to the bedroom to read my book."She glanced at me with a look that I understood right away. She was horny and wanted me badly!After we heard the door of the bedroom shut, Sarah cuddled up to me and put my hand on her tits. I was a little befuddled. Sarah was there for the taking, but my wife was close by, ready and willing to satisfy me in who knows what way?I decided for the latter. Sarah looked a little hurt as I got up. Perhaps an example will help. My breasts arereal when their weight is in my hands--or yours. They have density, then;they are tangible; they are measurable. Unmistakably, they haveexistence. But, after the moment, when they are no longer held, they arejust ideas, nothing more than memories.Eva, my former love, says I am too philosophical: "too philosophicalfor your own good," she says. (She is not philosophical enough for herown good, I say.)Thom (is it pretentious to include the "h"? I.