Our tongues mingled with one another. We tested each other’s saliva. My hand now was on her boobs, crushing them hard and squeezing her nipples betw...een my forefinger and thumb of each of my palms. My dick grew to its zenith. I pushed her and made he lay on her back. I mounted her. She spread her legs in anticipation. I guided my dick in her wet pussy and started fucking her in slow rhythmic motion. We both were enjoying this slow fucking. From above, I was pressing and kneading her boobs. She. What I couldn’t have known then was my acute reluctance to do anything about it. I should have realised; my next act was to masturbate. I couldn’t stop myself and rationalised it was to calm me down, to remove some of my extreme stimulation. Three fingers in my ass and heavy pressure on my prostrate brought me to a quick orgasm and I barely stifled a cry as I blasted my load into the toilet bowl. I waited for the toilet tank to stop filling before leaving the bathroom. I did check on Jason. And he was looking forward to fucking her later. At the car Geoff told her not to be too nervous and to really enjoy herself and that he was looking forward to hearing all about it in the morning. He would be there around 9am to pick her up for breakfast. He kissed her deeply as he put his hand inside her blouse and tweaked her nipple. "Now go, and show him what I already know. And that is that you are already a very hot wife!" "My hot wife!" "I love you!" "Oh, by the way, I will be watching. Served the bastard right.The first week was extremely rough, but gradually my experience and what had happened to me faded in the memory of most of the students when they saw that I was the same person I had always been ... well, almost the same. I wasn't even close to the same, but I didn't let it show to anyone, not even myself.I guess it was inevitable. About two weeks after I had returned I bumped into Ken. I mean literally bumped into him. I was hurrying to class not watching where I was.