" gasped Sally."You want to watch how soft it can get? We don't need to talk about your dickless wimp of a husband!" said Frank in a miffed sounding ...tone. He concluded by tweaking the nipples on Sally's bouncing breasts. Sally didn't talk after that. Well, unless you count moaning and screams.Sally had to make an early departure in order to get home before her husband did. The next morning Frank was at the hospital promptly at 10 am."Just a few last papers to sign and we are off.", said. Now NIU was the pot smoking, draft dodging, and hippie college capital of Illinois. In the class I taught the students went to a regular lecture on Monday and Friday and broke into small groups with a Graduate Assistant on Wednesday. Well this was no big deal to me, or at least I thought so until this huge guy over six feet tall dressed in hiking boots, tight jeans and wearing one of those red checkered lumberjack shirts walked in the door and sat down. There was just something special about. I was admiring her wet body. Her wet skin was shining due to the light falling on her. I went behind her and hugged her from behind and started biting her ears.She turned and started kissing my neck. I pushed her towards the wall and started kissing her. Her right hand was on my neck occasionally caressing my wet hairs and her left hand got hold of my dick and she started stroking my dick. I was pressing her boobs with my both hands and playing with her nipples.Her boobs were so soft and her. One thing that seems to always get people chatting is that they wear my small leather collar with small clear crystals on it, with a half ring (for the chain leash) this couple were talking just loud enough for all 3 of us to hear what they were saying. It was here that alice grinned and turned to them and said “If you would like to know why diana and I wear the collars & why we are sitting with our nude butts on the seat, meet us in the Pub after you finish here !Now she hadn’t got permission.