" Oh, fine, Sandy," she said. She arranged some papers on her desk, waiting. He dropped his knapsack beside her papers, near her body."Well, see, I'm ...doing this paper on Chaucer, and there are parts I, um, don't understand." He had the remote control hidden in his hand and gave it a pulse as he moved nearer to her, leaning on the desk."What parts?" she asked. He noticed the familiar shiver."Well, maybe it's because I really don't have the experience in life to understand some of the parts. Or. She moans into his mouth as they kiss, tongue, stroke and touch.With one hand, he fumbles at her bra clasp, gets it open. Her breasts, revealed, press against his chest. The firm ripe breasts of a young woman, only in her 20s, compress against his chest. She releases his cock and grabs at the elastic waist of his underwear: "let's take these off"; the universal code for "I'm going to let you fuck me." He smiles, knowing that he's getting laid, knowing that in a few moments, he's going to sink. At 23 he is young, fit and lean. I can't help but notice how big his cock is. Must be around 8 inches. My curvy 40 year old brunette wife takes off her bra and gives me a quick look whilst holding my hand. Her glasses catching the light.Over the years we had discussed this night many times. What he would look like. How old he would be. How big he would be. Tonight we had nervously gone to the hotel to meet Jordan. All our plans now about to culminate in this moment.He moves on his knees further. On the day Corrine ran away she tried to call her Granny but no one answered. Scared that she would be caught and dragged back home, she stuck out her thumb and went where the first truck took her, which was Bethlehem. Cold, lonely and scared, she found a home among the hookers. Pretty soon she was one of them, working, eating and living out long, empty days that turned into long, empty years.Because she was young and fresh, she was often in demand. As time and the ugliness of her trade robbed.