I move backwards, kissing your chin...down your neck, my breast brushing your chest as I move down. My tongue circles each nipple licking, nipping at ...he skin on your chest and I let one hand drift between your legs. I take your balls in my hands and massage them gently while I kiss and lick my way down your belly. Your fingers wrap themselves in my hair and you pull me close.I stop and look up at you and whisper, “I can't wait to fuck you with my mouth.”I keep kissing down your lower belly. Carol had been totally forthcoming in telling me about her “need” for sex and the counseling she had undergone. She had been quite emphatic about liking sex. I had failed to translate her admissions into any need on her part for sex outside of our relationship. Looking back, our own sexual encounters had escalated in nature over time, from straight one-on-one encounters to outdoor sex and exhibitionism, threesomes, bondage and rough sex. I had assumed that this escalation was a normal. We can't stay in school forever.”“What if we went somewhere together?”“Seriously?”“Is that a crazy idea? We could find jobs anywhere. The world is our oyster.”Abbey rubbed his stomach. “I didn't know we were… I thought this was…”“A European fling?”“Not that I wanted it to be. Where do you want to go?”“Wherever you are.”Abbey stopped rubbing. “The Bay Area. I have a series of interviews lined up out there. But I thought you were bound to Cambridge for law school.”“I got dinged.”“I'm sorry.”“I've. ”Cindy looks at me quizzically as I open the door. Entering, I step to one side and put the basket, blanket, and cooler down.“Oh my, Dean, my bike!”“What do you think, dear?”“I love it!” She says, going over and running her hand along the length of the dildo.“Thank you for putting sponges on the seat, dear. You know how wet I get when I come.”“I am glad you like it, Cindy.”I lift her dress above her waist and pick her up, setting her down on the workbench.“Spread your legs dear, I have a.