I moved towards him and sat on his lap kissing his neck. I felt one of his hands move to my nape and the other up to my boob, finding my nipple and pi...nching it eliciting a throaty moan from me.“I like your pierced nipples.” He said looking down and pulling my nipple seeing it stretch. He pulled my head towards him and kissed me, making me want to fuck him again, not caring that he had a wife and a baby. I pushed him and got up, winking at him as I started to put my clothes back on before I. “Sounds good - I’m just - relaxing.” Her pussy squeezed around his hardness. Squeeze-squeeze-pause. Squeeze-squeeze-pause. Her hips dragged back. Pushed forward again.“I know you were looking forward to having the day to yourself.” The female voice moved to the other room. A bed squeaked from sudden weight. “I might work on grading some of the papers and stay out of your hair.”Ryan’s brain cut through the sex addled fog over him, past the silky fertile body with the full ripe breasts with stiff. Furley, their landlord.Furley, a skinny, wheezy-voiced old man, flung the skirt away and looked up. When he saw Jack, his face contorted even more. "Can't you keep your laundry out of other people's faces?" he demanded. Jack started to reply, then caught himself. "Well, it's tougher when you have to keep two separate supplies," he lisped. Jack and his roommates needed each other to afford the apartment, but Furley wouldn't allow men and women to room together. To keep up appearances, Jack. My fantasies of Stacy stayed with me that night, and I dozed fitfullyin between furious masturbating episodes every couple of hours. Thenext day, she wore a short tight black skirt and a tight pink top withblack heels. She constantly uncrossed and recrossed her legs, giving melots of glimpses of pink lace. In between, she let one shoe dangleseductively from her toe. In response, I gave the class a number ofpassages to read in class, and after class ended, I again needed torush to the men's room.