He volunteered that he was a fan of Charles Bukowski which made her blush. She was also a fan, but she never let anyone else know because his sometime...s raunchy prose didn’t fit well with her prim and proper image. She confided in him that she also enjoyed Bukowski. After selecting and checking out with the student assistant, he approached her again, thanked her, and shook her hand. His hand was very warm and strong. She felt a jolt of electricity travel up her arm and her tummy quivered in. I reached down and felt her pussy. She was soaked. I asked if she thought it was hot to make another guy cum like that.She moaned, yes as I played with her clit. She was so turned on at this point. My cock was still rock hard, but she did not pay much attention to this fact.There was another knock on the other side of us. The same kind of little door with a clasp was there. She reached over as I still continued massage her clit.When Tina unclasped the little door and it swung open, I heard her. As he finishes her left foot he lets it drop to the floor, and then begins working his way back up her legs with his hands. As his hands move up Nancy’s oiled body, he straddles her legs, his rigid manhood lying between her legs. Straddling her knees, he begins to massage her cheeks again, pausing to slip his oiled hands between her thighs, playing with her wetness. Jake teases her lips with his fingers, dipping a finger between them, then sliding it further inside, then pulling it out and. So I'm going to fuck her up against the wall, a good old fashioned knee trembler. . .''The lucky Bitch! Pass her back!'I gave Dawn the phone back, she carried on pulling at my hard dick, which was beginning to look rather purple and swollen. 'Yes? . . .do what?. . .you're joking you filthy cow!' Dawn looked disgusted, I could hear Nicola's voice pleading down the phone. Dawn put the phone on the sill at the side of us, I looked at her quizzically. 'I'm leaving the line open so she can hear us.