I could still hear her voice fading.“Well, why don’t you marry her, then? Live down here. Let her take care of you like I do. Then you can watch, ...watch, watch her all fucking day, you goddamn pervert, you…”Until the voices were too far off to hear.I promised myself to never indulge him again. I focused on getting dressed for school.“Never again,” I said out loud to punctuate my decision.~~~~And then there was the third time.The final time, I promised myself again.To be fair, I had just lost one. " He raised his arm and I cuddled underneath it feeling safe andhappy that we both felt the same way.We spent an hour or more looking at things pertaining to the trip thatMitch wanted to share with me. Things about the flight and about theresort and about things that were being planned for the 'wives' -apparently even the girlfriends were considered 'wives.' It all seemedvery elegant and much nicer than any vacation I'd ever taken before andnow that Mitch and I both seemed to be on the same. She even slammed her hips into his thrusts.He arched his back and started thrusting harder. “Oh my god,” he exclaimed as her pussy tightened. “S-s-sh-shit!” he groaned.Since she couldn’t break free, she used her pussy to grip his dick. Her tight muscles massaged his dick with every thrust. Her tighter walls allowed her to feel every veiny thrust even more. When she felt a fire igniting in her pelvis, she squeezed him harder.With both of them in a trance, they raced toward orgasmic paradise.. "How old are you?" It took you that long to ask again?"She poked me in the ribs, none too gently. "Well?" Do you remember what I said?" That you changed the subject?" Before that." The part about being either a 17-year-old freshman or a 27-year-old professor?" I've been the former, though I probably won't be the latter." Being twenty-seven or a professor?" Chances are that I'll be both, just not at the same time." So you're a grad student." And almost twenty-three, to answer your question." She.