Soon he parked in a quiet area, under a tree. It looked like a park, but I didn’t recognize it. He asked some questions, but I don’t really rememb...er them or the answers I gave. I only remember when he asked if he could kiss me. I hadn’t really thought about kissing before, but found it now incredibly exciting. If that’s what he wanted, I wanted it to. Nervously, I turned my face towards him and closed my eyes. My heart raced, then I felt his lips press against mine, and I sighed, I melted. He. I dismissed him with his hard cock and told him we would continue "working on things later" as I attended to the student who interrupted us.After that I could not wait to get home and out of my wet panties. I was so turned on by this handsome, young and very hard student. I was barely through the door at home when off came my wet panties. I grabbed my vibrator, slammed my pussy hard, and made myself cum in like 2 seconds. I was so juicy and worked up, my vibrator was dripping with cum. All I. When I hadn’t fucked her for several days she asked why. I told her what I had surmised and she blew up. She got her bottle of vodka and poured a big one over ice. After half of it was gone she refilled it and sat down across from me.“I never should have married you. I will apologize for that but nothing else. Except that I’ve been less than honest with you. I felt a little bad but you never asked the questions either.”I knew enough about the psychology of women to just listen for a while.She. Every so often a quick whip of wind would blow through his close-cropped brown hair and give him a chill. From the first step out the door, Ben’s thoughts were on the night before, a Thursday. (FLASHBACK!) Bored, without even day-work to do from home, he had thrown on his coat and wandered for hours, first to Starbucks and then for a few miles to Cambridge on foot. His destination, vaguely, was a club he’d heard about the week before from a few guys at the coffee machine. They were college.