I sucked his cum off my fingers and swallowed it and then dipped my fingers into the puddle. I took a couple of sips and then offered my dripping fing...ers to Mr D who happily sucked them dry. I snuggled up to him and we pulled the king-size duvet over us and just lay there in silence. We had our arms around each other and kissed for ages. He gently fondled my soft pillowy breasts and I playfully caressed his cock and balls but in reality, we had already given each other every ounce of pleasure. Sandra was sleeping next to him. She was lying on her stomach with her body halfway leaning on his, her hand wrapped around his fingers. Her right leg was pulled up and rested on his crotch. The linen sheet was pulled halfway down her body, revealing her nakedness just down to her tushy. It was a scene Frank had normally been most familiar with, but this morning, it was different. A dark arm was lying on top of Sandra’s back. The hand was gently cupping her left shoulder. Looking over, Frank. You lost that cherry, first year of college. Sweet memories! It hadn't even been as much of a disaster, losing it, as a lot of other guys, apparently, had suffered through.And you've done pretty well, ever since. And without any funny stuff, either. No seductions of coeds in your classes. No crossing-the-line with the wives of fellow faculty members. Nothing but consensual, adult, straight-arrow stuff, and lots of it!Well. A couple of the girls had been a little exotic; kinky, even. But at. "That puzzled Kevin. "Is she nympho?" She has a need for sex," Lois said. Then she promptly clammed up as though she'd said too much.The mattress springs continued to creak away upstairs. Then someone, Kevin presumed one of the youths, gave a very loud and drawn out groan of ecstasy. It was so overblown and ridiculous Kevin found it hard to stay angry. It felt like he'd accidentally ended up on the set of a sex comedy rather than the tough gangster film it had been before. Kevin suspected that.