We had to be careful not to knock her laptop off of the bed. Brittney's pussy was watching us. Hell, I had to confess, if any movie star said "Eat my ...pussy" I'd be on my knees in a heartbeat with my tongue out and plunged into her cunt. We all have our own fantasies, but Nick was never too far away. At just the moment that was were about to simultaneously get off the bedroom door that I neglected to lock swung open and in the threshold stood my mother whose face suddenly drained of color. Her. How I had let that happen?Because I'd spent last year either getting my brains pounded out by the schoolwork or pining for Alicia. I needed to get out more.Once we got to the west end of campus, Allen and I wandered into the little shopping area that had grown up there. A handful of restaurants, all cheap, plus the usual assortment of t-shirt and memorabilia shops."Hey, a poster store," Allen pointed out. "You need one. Let's go in." Sure."We wandered in, glancing at the framed prints on the. There was a splendid table with candlelight set for two. Samuel pulled out her chair and urged her to sit. He sat down and as soon as he was seated a waiter appeared and poured wine for both of them. Marybeth had an incredible dinner on the deck overlooking the ocean. She couldn't believe the luxury and the situations seemed so surreal. She had many glasses of wine during dinner and was feeling no pain. At the conclusion Samuel asked if she would like to go dancing. To prolong the sexual aspect. I unfastened her shorts, unzipped them and wrestled them over her shapely gluts. As they fell past her knees, our friends watched her pale blue, cotton panties shift and threaten to join the shorts. I didn’t know yet, that there was already a growing dark spot between her sexy legs. “Hold your skirt up for me, Maria.”While one hand continued to massage her full C-cups, the other pulled her skirt above her waist. Her grey panties clung snugly to her wet and swollen labia. Her raphe split enough.