It was raw and it was carnal and she begged for it even more desperately as she clung to him, to the point that not even Nomax could tell if her clima...x was over or not. Maybe she was just getting off repeatedly, her breathless cries occasionally carrying his name, not that there was anything more coherent than that in them.It was not the alcohol but passionate lust, something more that tied them together, even if what they had there was one night of fun – it would be a night of fun that changed. “No, I think we can make do with the furniture and the floor, but I know what we could do with.” Turning to me he asked, “Where do you keep your toys, sexy girl?” There was no point in my denying it, he knew I was not the kind to be without a few little toys for sexy fun. “In the bedside cabinet, top drawer,” I told him. He went through to the bedroom, returning a few moments later with the drawer. Putting it on the table he started removing some of them with a practised eye, knowing just what. .. I was worried someone would notice the bulge.I followed her to the back of the library where it was very quiet and dark.... She then took me between two shelves of books. From here we could see anyone approaching, but they could not see us until they got really close.... I could see the naughty look in Her eyes... She was a woman possessed. She dropped down to her knees, looked up at me and smiled as she unbuttoned my jeans... She looked excited... Like she was about to unwrap a present.... To take. He tossed me a backpack and I shoved my University N2N brief, a cocksox light blue bikini, and kept on my Black swim jock and white trackies with a tight tank top, mirrored shades and a NastyPig ball cap. I was shocked when Clay came down that he had baggy basketball shorts on and a sleeveless jersey.We jumped in his truck and as he leaned over he planted another big, wet, tongue deep kiss on me. And, now, I didn’t care and kissed him back! As he drove he spoke of college, accepted.