Just the fingertip at first but even that was a momentous occasion. I’d crossed a threshold. Not many girls got to stick their finger up a boy’s b...um. It was smooth and velvety inside – soft but with a hard muscular crush. His bumhole was already wet and slippery with lubricant and I pushed again, meeting no resistance beyond the tight ring of muscle guarding the entrance. It felt like empty space, my finger in a void as it slipped in further and deeper. It looked so dirty; my knuckle, small,. A phrase often heard in the United States, “Don’t let the University get in the way of your education,” sounded like a motto she could whole heartedly embrace.Besides, no British University was beating a path to her door with acceptance letters. Daddy, realizing that slightly wild Jane, would most certainly soon become “Madcap Jane” if she was forced to remain at home, sent out feelers to American Women’s Universities ... solely Women’s Universities and Sweet Briar of Virginia was willing .... She asked, “Tell me when half of my four minutes are left will you Tim?”She slowly started to slide her slit against the underside of my shaft from my balls right to the very tip. I concentrated on counting sheep to slow down any sensations I might start to feel. Thank God I jerked off, I thought. If I hadn’t I’d be gone about now.As Sara kept moving on my shaft I began to feel it getting cold. I looked down to see why and saw that her vagina was oozing fluid. At that point I heard Tim say,. She had been positioned like this for 30 minutes in the car park. It was midnight now and she wondered if he was going to turn up. She’d left her husband looking after the k**s making excuses about getting something from the office. When the only thing she wanted from the office was the big cock of the new temp. She’d flirted with him since he’d started and he’d flirted back.He was 32, 6’2 with a athletic build. His hair was short dark, his jaw was square and his mind was filthy. She then felt.