"I sat there thinking, not really paying attention to Joann's endless dribble about the guys in our class and who was going with who, and who was brea...king up. I had more immediate concerns. I had to find out what year it was. I had no clue how old I was. What grade I was in."Shit, I don't even know what classes I'm taking; where I have to be this morning. How am I ever going to do this? I looked down in my lap and there staring me in the face was my answer; Algebra 1. If Anne has algebra 1 this. The woman removes her fingers and they are replaced by the head of his cock. You gasp because it is much thicker than mine, but you want it in you. Slowly he pushes it deeper and deeper into your cunt. At first you move away from it, then you can’t resist it any longer and you push back to take the full length.He starts slowly, but gets faster and harder, the woman places her hand on your stomach and can feel her husband’s cock pushing back from inside you.You can take it no longer and cum, he. He was about fifty, the age that Roberto had said he was, and as I got closer, he said: "Are you Stephan?" Yes," I replied, "I am, and you're Roberto?" That's me! Nice to meet you at last," he said smiling."Yeah, it is," I replied, still feeling a little bit nervous. This was, after all, only my second meet up with another guy for sex!He got up and we went inside to get a cup of coffee; and after we had, we went back outside to one of the tables and chairs that were under some umbrella's; like. Hal, you’re getting gentleman points by the minute.”“Thank you. I really appreciate your warmth as well, even if it can’t last long.”“Maybe it can. I’m not rushing you.“In the street, you mentioned that I was vaguely familiar.” He nodded. “I also feel like I’ve met you. Do you ever get to Washington, DC?”I gasped. “Actually, I live there.”“I have a couple of thoughts. Do you ever go to events at George Washington University or the University of Maryland? Public but academic?”“Yes. I’ve got to.