He stopped and asked me if I wanted him to stop, but….. I said "fuck my ass" and as I began to play with my clit. I felt so many sensations. Intense...stretching, burning, pleasure, and everything in between. I wanted him to stop, but I wanted him to go deeper into me all at the same time. He reached forward and grabbed one of my breasts as he began to massage his cock deeper into my ass slowly and gently. After a while, he began to thrust me harder and faster. My legs began to shake as I felt. With the school nearly empty he wasn’t worried about being bothered. He also put his watch by the sink. He looked in the mirror, grimacing. His short, doughy reflection grimaced back.He opened the bottle of pills put them in his mouth, and swallowed them with some water. He quickly placed the bottle on the floor in the corner.The change came on much quicker this time. He felt the tightness build in his gut and shoot up and down his limbs. His mouth was immediately dry. His limbs were burning. 00. It was old, but it looked decent and ran well. It only used a quart of oil a week, and the six cylinder engine got pretty good gas mileage, not that gas mileage was a major consideration in 1964. Gas was 25-30 cents a gallon.I was the only guy in my group to have his own car. That made me rather popular among my peers. Four or five of the guys would each chip in 50 cents for gas, and we could cruise all night.Throughout the nearly completed school year, I had been enamored with the younger. "Oh, we're allowed to have an affair - thank goodness - just not while you're an undergrad. You'll just have to switch back to your sophisticated look when we're together." You mean my usual jeans and sweatshirt?" Kelly asked with a smile."Just so you look old enough to not get me put in jail," Don answered. Kelly laughed and started to say something else, but just then their food arrived.When they finished eating, they got back in their separate cars and drove out to Don's house. As the garage.