His hands had slipped under my top and were caressing my breasts through my bra. Even through the thick fabric, I could feel his strong hands toying w...ith my erect nipples. I moaned into the kiss, my hand returning to his cock. My back against the wall, I lowered myself onto my knees and started undoing the zip of his jeans, eager to find out if that bulge was anything like the real thing. Surprisingly, I felt his strong hands heave me up and place me on his desk. His mouth was on my neck in a. He shot four good shots of cum onto my face, and that was definitely a high note in our relationship. Well, considering how much I loved that, I had to think, maybe I was a slut. If I was, then I was a happy slut. I loved sex, and it was something wonderful I had with a number of different people, but I was exclusive just with one person. I guess gray areas, don't get much grayer than this one. He told me he loved me very much, and he'd defend me against anyone that thought I was a slut, even. She melted as he kissed each one and gave the tip of her pinky a playful bite. Maybe it was too early for thinking. He sat back, straddling her, still holding her hand, and smiled at her naked form. Light from the street light outside streamed in through the windows illuminating his profile. He really is an attractive man, she thought, gazing at him sleepily. ‘What are you thinking now?’ he murmured, pressing a kiss against the inside of her wrist. ‘Nothing!’ she replied quickly, hoping he. The far corner was commandeered by the rugby club and few girls dared enter for a second time. Kelly had talked her big s1ster and 3 friends into helping her with the last phase of the school project 'Breasts to attract a mate'. Laura's sloppy joe vest had enormous arm-holes; she had only to raise a hand or lean forward slightly for anyone standing by her side to have a perfect view of both firm breasts from underneath up to the nipple and beyond. All the girls wore tight jeans, showing off.