Now, Hank and Amanda made love nearly every day or night. Sometimes she'd come to his bed and suck his cock in the mornings until he exploded into her...mouth and then that night she'd come to his bed or he'd go to her bedroom and they'd make out until they couldn't wait and then Hank's hardon would make its way inside Amanda's hot tight young pussy and they'd enjoy a totally lusty and illict incestuous fuck that was the hottest thing either of them had ever experienced before.The problem was. But the 17 year old brunette, who was so used to googling her homework, had been stumped on an English literature assignment covering some of the Elizabethan poets other than Shakespeare.She had to do a report on Christopher Marlow and she was unsure of the definition of the word 'wonton' in this poem I Must Have Wanton Poets. It sounded kind of gay or even kinky. But instead of using a real or even on-line dictionary, she was just going to type 'wanton'. But she had been distracted for a. Now, it appeared, everyone was at it. I felt like an idiot. Like someone who runs around with his eyes shut, blissfully ignorant of what is going on around him. It was making me look at everyone and every situation differently. Are the PTSO meetings really PTSO meetings, or meet and greets to find new lovers? What happened to just Not Fucking Around? What happened to people actually, you know, respecting their vows? Where is all this disrespect for their partners coming from? You just never. In our college, the toilets were in front of the computer lab. Since the lab is always closed, there aren’t many people there.Around 2:20 pm, she went in and called me telling no one was inside. My heart started pounding like shit. I had always been a nice and quiet student and I had a lot to lose. Anyway, I got inside. It was a lot more sanitized than boys washroom.I scanned the entire toilet quietly with my eyes. Aarti was in the last one which was unlocked. I opened and there she was, my.