.. Suddenly Kimmie could think no longer. Looking down to see his cock finally being released from his shorts was just too much. She could feel the ec...stasy move through her whole body ­as she pulled her new friend's head closer into her pussy. She finally released the vice like grip on his head and slowly slid down to the floor. This was an orgasm the like of which she hadn't experienced for quite sometime. As her senses gradually came back to some kind of normality she couldn't help but think. Then one day out of the blue he emailed me and asked could he call me. I was very scared that he would yell at me because I had been so pesty in emails. "Margo, I left my wife." He told me. I drank in the words and his Turkish accent. I had not heard his voice in ten years. His voice was the first voice I ever heard outside of America. I smiled and I tried to think of what to say. "I am sorry Murat." I told him and I took a deep breath. "It was coming for a long time. Would you like to have. After a moment he seemed to gather his courage and said, “Hey.”“Hi.”“Carl.”“Bob.”“Working late?”“Yep. You?”He nodded as if dry in the mouth and I asked, “You a freshman too?”He nodded again and asked me about classes. We talked for ten minutes as the twelve or so of us in the computer building milled around waiting for the firemen to come check about the alarm, probably set off by some drunk moron, and then he said, “I need a drink. Want a beer?”“How do you know I’m not an undercover alcohol. One particular thrust caused my cock to come completely out. When I thrust back in, I missed her fuck-hole and brushed her ass."No! Not my ass. Never my ass," she screamed guiding back to her pussy.I went as deep as I could. Over and over. Her pussy tightened and I knew she was close."Argh! Yes! Ethan! Fuck me Ethan! Yes! I! Love! Oh! Having! You! In! Argh! My! Cunt! I'm! Cumming! Argh! Fuck!" she panted.I was caught in the grip of her velvet vise. Even with the water pouring down on us I could.