Or maybe I could just run away. The art was all on display. No one would miss me.I slipped out of the gallery and wandered across campus. Even though ...he school was only about seventy years old and the buildings all had a gauche modernism that belied the art that was created in them, the campus had been laid out in a traditional pattern. The academic buildings and art studios were arranged around a large open mall with paths wandering among the scattered trees. A fountain dedicated to the. "It's me Ashley, the name's John, pleasure to meet you, but I'm a little bit nervous because I've always had a thing for you," I told her as I headed back to her office with her, Ashley giving me a smile as she looked me up and down, appearing to like what she saw."There's no reason to be nervous John," she told me as she led me into her office and invited me to sit on the couch, "I don't bite. Unless, of course, you want me to."If she was trying to succeed in breaking the ice with me with that. I look down at my dick as it emerges from your pussy after each thrust. I can see a velvety film covering my dick dripping down to my balls.I remove my dick from your pussy, remove your cum from my dick and slide it back in without missing a stroke. I wipe your cum on your asshole and insert my finger in your ass as I continue to fuck you from behind.I can feel your pussy walls contract as your body spasms again."Jesus Christ," you shout, as your hand shoots up from your breasts to your mouth.. He wrapped his right hand around her neck, immobilizing her so he could touch her as he pleased. She relaxed into his grip, the pressure of his hands sending hot tingles down her neck and through her arms. He pressed his nose into her soft brown hair and inhaled deeply. It smelled like lilacs and freshly mown grass. “Been rolling around in the garden again, ma Belle?” he asked, subconsciously gripping her neck more tightly for an instant. Her only response was a shudder of pleasure, causing her.