How hard she’d come. That feeling of incredible fullness as he fucked her, and the slutty way she felt when his hot semen had covered her face and b...reasts, while all the while her boyfriend watched and filmed.“It was magnificent. Once you get used to it anyway,” she said with a wicked smile, eyes half closed. Under the water, her pelvis shifted again to grab access to the jets and her body shivered uncontrollably. She closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. Her mind wandered more to memories of. And everything that followed, including his expert tonguing of her sweet cunt and hard fucking of her tight teen pussy.Unfortunately, as it turned out, Rick was a salesman and had just been in town for a couple of days, before he had to continue on to his next sales calls. And while Nicki had given Rick her number, she wasn't about to wait a couple more months to get laid again by an experienced older guy.If Nicki was anything, she was adventurous. She wasn't satisfied with one older guy. I did think about that for a minute. My thoughts went back to the day he tried to force himself on me. Even tonight, he looked at me with lust in his eyes. I wondered if he knew how obvious it was that he kept looking down at my body. As we pulled up in front of my house, I realized how horny I was and how long it had been since I last had sex. Mike was twice my age, at least, probably more. Still, he didn’t look bad, and he always dressed nice and smelled good. “Would you like to come in?” I. Four hours already, and so far she hasn't found anything that is going to help her finish her thesis on occult societies. It took months, and no small amount of string-pulling on the part of Marnie's thesis supervisor, to get access to the Clarkson Heritage Institute's special collection. But none of the books, journals, or letters have led to new insights, and this is looking like a dead end.Marnie stands up and yawns. She indelicately adjusts her tights, regretting for the nth time wearing.