She touches her sticky fingers to my lips. I reach my tongue out to taste her sweetness. Unbelievable, like honey. "Take your clothes off... slowly." ...er words, to the point but did not seem forceful. As I reached down to untie my boots, she turned off the TV and turned on the radio. The station was playing a country tune, she rolled the dial and found a blues/jazz number. It seemed surreal with the sax playing, me talking off my shoes, and a beautiful woman in a robe waiting for me. I looked. With so much on my table I decided to head straight to the bar as soon as their tail lights faded in the distance.I sat down and immediately began flirting with the bartender. She was a gal I'd know for a year or so and a gal I'd like to date if I wasn't married...but I am, and she knows it. I still enjoy getting some of her attention once in a while.I love my wife and family but my sexual needs and desires had been left unattended for years now so at least on some level I was hoping to find. Did you get it off the bargain rack?”This grabs a few laughs from the other students nearby. Emma has always been in the click with the popular girls in high school. She had wit and pretty good looks but she was never the super popular type. Here in college it is a different scene but not too different. She is still semi popular and her wit has only improved since high school.“Actually I got it at the...”“Please stop,” Emma says throwing up a hand in Casey’s face. “I don’t really care where you. Before I came, I lifted her shoulders making her sit up, I got out of the chair and got behind her, pushing her forward so her upper body was resting on the chair. I knelt behind her and started rubbing her pussy, I pulled her thong to one side and slid inside of her. She started rocking back and forth, She reached down with one hand and started rubbing herself, while I grabbed her hips and began thrusting into her harder.I reached around and rubbed her pussy some more getting her juices on.