I was getting hornier every second.We reached her apartment and she went into her room to freshen up. I was sitting on the couch and going through the... newspaper. I heard the door open. There she was in her itsy bitsy shirts and a deep necked t-shirt. That made me go hard down there. She sat next to me on the couch. I playfully said “we’re home now. What have you got for me?” She ran her fingers on my face. I knew this was the opportunity. I told her, “why not some wine to get the right mood?”We. She’d been running on denial so far, but now she had to work out what she actually wanted. She could actually hypnotise him to sleep with her, to be her willing sex slave. The unexpected thought floated tantalisingly in her head. Why not? She fancied him and it wasn’t like she was overloaded with offers from suitable men. There was no point pretending that the whole aim of this exercise hadn’t been to get sex. On the other hand, that sounded very desperate. She didn’t want to have sex with a. It was great fucking into her for that long. I gave her a few orgasms before I cum in her ass but it took me a couple of minutes longer to cum in her pussy. I really enjoyed myself.We managed to make love for a third time before Marsha had to take me home. I had the time of my life and I think Marsha did too.All day Sunday I could only think about more sex with Marsha. I thought that she was my girlfriend now that we had had sex together. I could hardly wait until I saw her in school Monday. She was bending over drying off and i couldnt keep my eyes off her cute little ass. I looked up and realized she was looking over her shoulder at me. I was embarassed and quite sure i turned very red... Especially since i had gotten turned on and had started to get a large bulge in my swim trunks that im sure she noticed. I was shocked when she gave me a little smile. When she looked away i got up and headed inside. I hadnt seen her for a few months so i was glad she was coming home with my.