"I think you're right. I also think that I'm not going to stop feeling this way." Carolyn stood, took the bottle and her glass in one hand, and held o...t the other to Tim. "Come on," she said, and led him through to the bedroom. Setting the items down, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their kiss grew in urgency, and Tim reached for the cord of Carolyn's robe. She shook her head. "You first," she said. Lifting his tee shirt over his head, she kissed his chest, nibbling on his nipples. Tim. . so real as I ease into your depths, parting the walls, balls deep, into your well of WOMANLY delights and mysteries”.Close your eyes and you can concentrate on lavishing your oral attentions on my member, and, “lightly tongue the head in that sweet v-spot”. Or you can “feel my tongue’s tip lightly tracing the length of your slit”, and “chasing that rivulet of nectar that comes from your core and glides effortlessly towards your quivering clit”.When my eyes are closed, I can let go of my hand. .. so I counted on my fingers. Same damn result. “Feel my forehead,” I requested.He did. “You’re warm.”“Shit!”“What?”“Exactly halfway between periods.”“I wasn’t planning on being a Daddy,” he said.“I wasn’t planning on being a mom,” I said. “How many times?”“What?”“Did I surrender to your manly charm?”“I don’t know ... six or seven...” he said. “What is your name?”Now he asks ... I thought, oops... “What’s yours?”“I asked first,” he said.“Surprise,” I said.“It was kind of sudden but I don’t. .I saw Marcus in the distance in the locker hallway. Oh damn, I said to myself, not here, not now.I mean I had cheated on him and he had found out last night. I had dreaded school today. Though I suspected the usual male double standards, it was okay for him to cheat as a guy, but not me. I would be labelled a senior college slut by lunchtime. How could I keep my head up?I couldn’t scoot into the girl’s loo; it was farther along the corridor, behind an approaching Marcus, who thankfully hadn’t.