She smelled different than my wife. She was dripping with arousal. I massaged her back, then her thighs, then slipped one hand between her legs to cup... her pussy. She moaned and pressed against my hand. I found her clit, and gently stroked it. I brushed her pussy lips with my thumb, and leaned in to kiss her soft, dark pussy. She was hot! She was already close to cumming, with only a couple minutes of foreplay. I slipped a finger into her pussy, and I could feel the rippling of her pussy as she. "Please. There should be enough in there for you to..." Shut up." He opened my wallet and took the cash. Then he stared at my license. "How the hell is it you can get a decent DMV picture, and mine looks like I just got outta bed?"I didn't answer, completely bemused by the question, the kind a friend might ask, the kind that made the madman seem human. He closed my wallet after a moment and dropped my purse at his feet. Pulling off at the next exit, I stopped at the red light and looked over at. “I’m uh, on the Dean’s list.” I laughed under my breath, but internally, I was sweating bullets. Out of the corner of my eye I could see you smile at me, I could see the pride in your eyes. After all, you had taken it upon yourself to help motivate me to study. You knew how important my grades were to me, and never having anyone to care about them before, I had asked you to help me maintain my straight A’s. We had studied for hours, you helped me with my homework, and even took time to make. The inhale of his breath tickles my flesh, sending electricity through me like a wild fire. His full lips kissing my chest, he is removing my bra, allowing it to drop, he cups my breasts. Swirling his tongue along each nipple, before biting them with his teeth. He does it hard enough to turn the tips bright pink. Each time he does, it feels like the intense feeling zooms right into my clit, which makes my pussy ache. Carefully, I mange to slip off my shoes, while he is doing this. I do it,.