Mario was a fucking animal, and John fucked his hole into hot, mushy ecstasy. Mario had straddled John, or squatted over him, or been fucked dogstyle,... or fucked standing up in front of the full-length mirror so he could enjoy the sight of eleven fat inches of incredible meat plunging in and out of his hole, while he beat off frantically, but as usual, he finished up with his legs over John's shoulders, screaming a wordless cry of lust as John pumped a load of cum into his hole, and he began. It was better than before, but most of our conversations were missing something. A spark, maybe.I also got a letter from Gina. She was wrapping up her job at the hospital, and getting ready for her parents to visit before school started. She was also beginning to think about where she wanted to go to medical school. Her short list included UC San Francisco, Johns Hopkins, and Harvard.After looking at her list, I wondered why she came to UT in the first place. The College of Architecture was. My suggestions were there though, working away at her like some kind of powerful corrosive. She moaned under her breath and looked away. Then her hands stopped and she stepped back from the bed. I could see her nipples, hard and crinkled eraser points that screamed out to be licked and bitten. At the apex of her thighs, the thong was wet with a tell-tale dark spot where her cunt had started to leak its passion onto her toned thighs."Look Carter, I'm not feeling so hot right now." She lied to. He explained ‘the special’, a woman of around Anne’s age, who liked to play out the fantasy that she seduced young boys who came to her house; like the paper-boy, the grocery delivery boy etc. It would be easy for me as long as I remembered that I was to play the part of an innocent virgin. Jon made short films of these encounters for her, but they weren’t for distribution – only for her private collection. Jon didn’t even process the film for her; she was too well known to be involved in.