Desma had always been a good fit but I would not have used the word tight. That was until that night. For how wet she was, I had expected to slide rig...t in. I did not have to force it, she was well lubed, but it was indeed tight. Her vaginal walls constricted and slowed me much more than I had grown accustom too. Centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, I went deeper enjoying every moment of the extra tightness until I bottomed out, pressing my nuts into her. I allowed her to adjust, willing or. I put more cream onto my hands and started to rub this into her thighs, she moved her legs further apart again, I was sure she wanted me to touch her so I moved my hands up her legs towards her pussy. Again she moved her legs apart a bit more and I thought I heard a slight moan from her. This spurred me on to be a bit more adventurous, my hand moved up further and was now gently rubbing against her pussy as I rubbed the cream into her thighs. Again she moved her legs further apart except this. " Donna laughed again. "Yeah but basketball players don't end up in a mallwearing pantyhose and heels." Eric was again silent. "So how did these 'mathaletes' grab you? Sneak up on you while you weredoing algebra?" The amusement in her voice softened his mood a bit. "It wasn't themathaletes who grabbed me." Not the mathaletes? Okay darlin', who popped you into panties?" Eric mumbled again. "Come again? For a mathalete you don't have very good verbal skills." It was their school's cheerleaders. Even the sexy d***k 20ish party of college girls smells of beer and rum full of giggles and slick looks and tits flashes that made my cock start to grow. MAX slaps the back of my head and pulls me away mumbling something…Then in the Elevator I get the Whole Level up speech about worth millions stop fuck Dime bitches. Make Love to Goddess, Mistress, Women of Power not Power Girls. I look at him..and said..I though you were d***k…silence we both Laugh. We make it to his room. Shall I say Ballroom.