When I didn't show any inclination to remove my hand she slid closer to me and allowed me to work my fingers under the leg opening of her nickers and ...to play with her rapidly moistening cunt. The trip to the airport took long enough for me to bring her to yet another orgasm and she lay back against the seat shaking, gasping and crying out and I hoped that none of the cars passing by would notice and, thinking that I might be harming her, call the cops. When we arrived at the airport she had. " "Touch your breasts for me. Tell me how they feel." I bring both hands up and gently squeeze and massage my breasts. They are not too big, but Jack has never complained. He always says they are just a nice handful. "How does that feel sweetheart? Tell me." "They are heavy, maybe kind of, umm, lonely--I don't know." "Are your nipples hard yet?" "Yes." "Touch them, pinch then, and tell me what you're feeling." Jack encourages me. I do as he asks and I pinch and pull and roll my nipples. They both thought they would do some bullshit couple counseling, and just move on after ruining my life and murdering my son.Heh, snicker, grin, chuckle.I knew I would be a suspect so I began establishing my alibi. I decided to rape Susan on a Monday morning afer her husband left for work. In the 3 weeks that I planned it, I went to a local XXX movie house and caught the 1pm show almost every day. I chatted with the ticket guy, and flirted with the popcorn slut. I made sure the police were not. "oh god no - there's no way" as I pumped my second huge load of the hour down her throat. She sucked me dry and showed me the cum on her tongue before swallowing it all down. A month later, I'd find out that this was lie #2. Don't get me wrong. Gina was a cute little thing and she and I continued to hook up periodically for the rest of college and several years after (whenever I was single - i didn't much care if she was or not and she didn't seem to either) but two college k**s hooking up just.