She left and I was heading for the store to get liquor. That’s when I realized that I had my wallet at the room.As I climbed up the stairs to the ap...rtment I heard noises. The door was not locked so I glanced inside and there she was on the bed, her legs spread wide, totally naked and her fingers were rubbing her clit like no tomorrow. She was masturbating with so much speed that you could hardly see her fingers. Her other hand was underneath her - she had one finger up her ass! I continued. And she decided I was ok. Well so far so good. She offered me a beer and which I gladly accepted, I really needed one to calm me down.As we kept talking about our lives I bent forward and kissed her on her cheeks. The next second our tongues were in each others throat. It was very intense. She really knew how to kiss. I am not bad either which was much appreciated. I wanted to go a step further but she stopped me and said she is not that kind of girl, who picks up guys from the road and starts. He was a little bit taller than me with brown hair and adorable blue eyes. He was tanned and a country boy. I was twenty-one and he was twenty We were kissing and he had one hand on my breast and then other in my unbuttoned, unzipped jeans, and down in my panties. He was sliding his fingers in and out of my hot wet pussy. His mouth soon replaced the hand on my breast, sucking and biting on my nipple so hard that he gave me a bruise. "I'm gonna leave my mark on your tit being that I can't. .. parts ... and mine is fairly standard." But, isn't it supposed to be like a finger? When we practiced in the lessons, we were told to hold out one finger for the other girl to suck. Sister Winifred was so embarrassed, it was funny," it carried on. "We had to pair off, and one pretended to be the boss, sorry, you know, "the Master," and the other was the collar, then we swapped round. We could hardly stop giggling." It was smiling at the recollection."But this is so strange; not what I.