Blue eyes wide, she breathed deep, eyeballing Miranda's tight, perky nipples for a moment before closing her legs and rising. "Done?" Miranda asked, h...sitantly. She knew with her husband when they were done, but, she had no idea if the stripper would continue or not. Also, having been so thoroughly satisfied, she didn't know what else to suggest, or ask for. In her fantasies, she had not gone past the point of licking and being licked, which they had done. "If you are," Candy purred, standing. He stood about 5'7", was slight in build and wore his hair long. He wasanother freshman and we seemed to have similar interests. We spent thefootball season going to the games together and spending time togetherafterwards.One Saturday night after the game he asked if I wanted to come back tohis apartment. He came from a more affluent family and could afford hisown apartment instead of the college dorm rooms. We drank a few beersand watched some tv. After a while he excused himself saying. She walked over to the grass and laid down. As I approached her I could see how beautiful she was. She laid there in the full sunlight with water droplets glistening on her skin. She spread her legs wide as I started to kneel down between them. Fuck me son. Fuck your mommies pussy. Fill me up with your cock and cum. As I guided my cock into her dripping slit I looked at mom and how she was smiling up at me. I was speechless. I couldnt think of any words to say. I just pushed my cock into her. He was with the cool crowd. Pretty girlfriend, very good looking,played 2 varsity sports. And now he was pretty hammered. We handledintroductions and sat and talked, mostly about his illustrious footballcareer in high school. By the time we relived every game since hissophomore year (I hate football but he was nice to look at and I feltsomehow important that I was talking to him) it was 2 am and he was barelyable to navigate to the bathroom. After a brief conversation (if you wantto call it.