“Yup, I need to go take a shower… I’m SOOOOO dirty”I’m pretty sure that’s the point where my brain stopped working and my penis took over ...the thinking. As she turned and walked back towards the house, she reached down and peeled the tank top off, leaving her in just the sports bra and those tiny little shorts. I stared after her until the door slid shut behind her. Stopping for a moment to breathe, I got up and sat on the side of Carly’s lounger right up close to her. I started running my hand. The lecturer, who was a grad student, began with chapter one and talked for 45 minutes, writing pertinent points on the black board. John wrote them in his notebook and added points that he felt were important. Every once in a while he would glance over to the blonde, who was highlighting passages in her book with a yellow marker.'This is SO much different than high school.'At the end of class, everyone stood up and made their way up the stairs and out of the hall. He followed the blonde up the. Bo kissed her passionately, sucking her tongue into his mouth as his cock drove deep. His hips rolled and withdrew, plunging his length into her with a raw strength that made her body shake each time he hit bottom. He hunched over her, driving into her with a feral need that had her panting, and soon she felt her core begin to burn with need."Yes, fuck me, fuck me, Bo! I want it inside me. I want it all inside me."Bo was beyond words. All of the stress and fear he'd felt were washing away in. She had a great figure and her simple yellow, striped shorts and t-shirt were taking a serious toll on my hormones. During the fight, I put my arm over her shoulders. She leaned into me, then looked up. I smiled: ‘Is this OK?’ Yes, she said, it was fine. I gave her arm a squeeze. I was glad I was wearing jeans, because otherwise I’d have made a tent in my shorts. When the fight was over, it was past midnight. She said: ‘Mike, I can’t have you sleeping on the couch each time like this, why.