Shane came hard, long and noisily. I had fantasized about this experience for years but the unexpected violence of Shane's orgasm and the taste nearly...caused me to gag before I recovered and swallowed. Shane kissed me tenderly. "Thanks, hun" he said."Thanks, hun" I whispered back nibbling his ear.I saw Shane several times over the next two weeks. He taught me to blow him in the way that he liked. I began to love the taste of his cum and I found myself in a state of almost permanent arousal. "N-no," I sputtered, "I thought you had left. You're table was empty and I..." I sent the girls home without me," she said. "They insisted that we all drive home together, but I told them that I felt like living dangerously." What do you mean? Do I look dangerous," I asked."I don't know," she said, "are you?"I didn't tell her at the time, but I had a hard-on that extended easily beyond my knees and toward my ankles! She exuded sex, but not in a silly, contrived way; she was demure,. It wasfar from unpleasant. Mandy remembered she had always found Cynthia avery handsome woman (at least Derek had), and her gentle caring touchnow was very reassuring.Cynthia noticed Mandy's tattoo. "Ah, 'zhen'," she said (pronouncing it'tshen')."Sorry?" said Mandy, not understanding."Your tattoo. I speak a little Chinese. It says 'zhen'," answeredCynthia. "At least, that's what it would be in Mandarin." Oh yes, my tattoo! I hope it doesn't mean anything awful," said Mandy."I can't speak any. “Been too long, Mrs. Johnson,” he whined as he continued attacking my poor nipple.I found myself pushing back into him, just to feel that hard erection.He let go of me. I turned to see what he was doing. He was opening his pants.“Oh, no, Jerry, no, no, no,” I said.He pulled his underwear down.“Jerry, you idiot, stop.”He had the cock out and a cocky grin.“Damn you,” I said.He began rubbing it against my silky floral-print skirt.“You’ll make a mess,” I whined. “I’ve got a class next.