He watched my fingers moving slowly on my clit' as I reached up with my other hand to stroke and fondle his cock."Are you sure about this?" he said."P...t it in me please." I begged. I didn't want anymore foreplay, I needed to feel him inside me, fucking me, filling and stretching my cunt and whispering sweet, filthy obscenities to me, telling me how beautiful I was and how good it felt to feel the tight sheath of my slit clenching his rigid shaft of muscle.He leaned forward and supported his. Anyway, after my first year, I was looking for a different kind of accomodation. Luckily, thanks to a friend of mine, I managed to get together with three other students (two girls and one guy) and we rented a flat. There were two bedrooms and a living room, where we'd often hang out and where we'd become close friends. And sometimes, after a bottle of wine or two, the topic of our conversations often shifted to sex, where myself, Jane, Sylvia and Rob often traded stories and dreams, but never. We were now drunk, high, naked and horny so the obviously next destination was her bedroom. We pulled down the comforter and top sheet and were pawing over each other in no time. We fell into a sixty-nine position with me lying on my back and her legs spread around my head. Diane was deep throating my cock as I was eating her pussy and occasionally sticking my tongue up her asshole. After a few minutes she climbed off me and spun around so that she was looking at me fact to face and slowly slid. ”“If you’re sure.”“I am.”Our conversation about Fawn, about what Jessica had known, and how I felt, had run right into having to walk her to work. And given the night shift, and her emotional state because of the accident, I didn’t think it was necessary to talk about it immediately. Fawn was safely in New York and I was here. We needed to resolve our disagreement over what should have been said and when, which was a common theme recently. Unfortunately, we couldn’t see Doctor Green this week.