Strike number two… Although, I first thought that it was a bit unfair of me to judge this guy before I even met him, so I went in. I saw several occ...upied tables in the small restaurant. There was a bar by the register were I saw a guy chatting with a girl who looked away from him until her group of friends came through the door. She signalled to them as if she was on a deserted island and they were a plane flying overhead. I kept thinking to myself, ‘Please, don’t let that be Roger.’ I was. ’ I felt the same. My experience was still pretty limited, but Si brought me off so well, even with the shortest fuck, that I found it hard to believe I could connect so well with anyone else. I turned and we kissed again, enjoying the post-coital buzz that comes after satisfying sex. Eventually I parted lips. ‘Sorry, Si, but I’m a little uncomfortable!’ I pulled a tissue from my bag, and, unceremoniously lifting my skirt, I wiped up the semen dripping down my legs, trying to be reasonably. He grunted and then shot his hot load all over my face! He came a lot, and my face was covered. This was my first facial of many! I took a lot of his cum from my face and ate it. This seemed to turn Greg on as he was mesmerized."Your turn," Greg told me.I was shocked at this and wondered what he meant. He told me to get on the bed, and he took my seven-and-a-half-inch cock in his hand, and he proceeded to jerk me off. It wasn't a blowjob, but enjoyable, just the same. I lifted my painted toes. "Last chance, Mr. Morris, a long weekend with me in your sleeping bag. How about it?" You are really antsy," he said with a laugh. "Hey Phil," he yelled toward the open office door, "come in here."The big young man came in and stood by Vixen's knees, aware of the warmth of her body. "Want you to meet one of my favorite students. Vixen, Phil. She's thinking about a quick trip down the beach to do some painting. Interested?" Sure, when?" he said, forcing himself not to look at her jutting.