She’d let him decide the outcome, because if talking was all that remained, in the privacy of her bedroom she could masturbate to the climax she so ...adly wanted. And, heaven knows in the last two years she had some practice at wanking her clitoris to a climax with her fingers. She would go to him. She quickly took off her damaged bra and dirty panties, opened the draw of her beside cabinet where she kept her underwear. No time to choose, her hand grabbed the first garment that came to hand. A. .. Oh! And to let you know that we have been invited to the Delta Chi Omega keger tonight ... be there by 8 or you’'re late!”It was 1:30 we missed lunch but the snack bar was still open and we could get drinks, nachos and a hot dog there. We gathered my books, put them in my back then got dressed but I noticed he had my briefs on. “And what am I supposed to wear?” I asked. He replied with a smile “You can do like me and hang free, I will give them back later!”. We finished dressing and went to. Do you want to sit down on this fat Latin cock and take a little ride?” It was rhetorical. He pulled his fingers out and the cool air whooshed up my ass. I wanted it to feel warm again. I moved and stood between his hips. I stared at his cock and squatted into position. His cock head and foreskin were covered with precum. I grabbed his dick and stuck the head at my hole and rubbed it against my ass lips to grease it up. He was really juicing at this point. I was, too. Rick said, “Ohh yeah,. . aaaaghhhh... no, Miss... I... aaaghh... beg pardon... M-Miss...“Miss Judith re-looped her strap to her wrist and smiled broadly at Quentin.„I hope I haven't disturbed your morning too much, Mr Osman,“ she said, eyes glinting merrily.„No... No... Mis Judith. That's quite alright,“ answered Quentin. „Always ready to be of service.“„I might have to bring her back tomorrow. Would that be OK?“„Quite OK,“ smiled Quentin.Miss Judith locked on Petula's collar and yanked the girl to her feet.„It won't.