His beautiful cock was just poised above me, his lips ravaging my naked breasts. It pressed softly to my swollen, wet lips. I moaned into his ear for ...him to fuck me and fuck me hard. The pressure of an orgasm built and was about to burst…“Open your eyes and look at me.” I jolted and stared at him, frozen as a deer caught in headlights.“Keep going, but don’t enter yourself, I can’t have you too worked up yet.” He smiled I rubbed my clit again, the glorious images raced back into my mind. His. A couple of the girls had medical training, one was a nurse and one was an aid. One of the guys was an EMT with the fire department. Then we had the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker to round out the group. Just joking about the candlestick maker.I had brought a case of twelve bottles of Jack Daniels because that was always my payment for using my uncle’s hunting cabin. Along with his case I had one of my own and a couple of cases of wine for the girls. Needless to say one of the. Older women.Now I was in college, surrounded, of course, by young women but don't think that there are no older ones around. Mrs. Lee, for example, Virginia Lee.She was the secretary to my advisor, Dr. Phipps, and I had quite a bit of contact with her at the beginning of my sophomore year, when I was hatching the idea for my business.Now, Mrs. Lee didn't stand out in a crowd exactly, she rather looked the part of a professor's secretary but I immediately saw beyond the graying hair, eyeglasses. That's just the way it was. If you got lucky you stumbled upon another guy and somehow you read each other right and you had some fun. You couldn't be fussy because opportunity didn't knock very often.Now, I had changed while I was away. Fifty pushups, running five miles and working like an adult at manual labor had chiseled some definition to my physique. My brother who was older than me by two years had been a tormenter to me in times past. He soon found that I could bench press fifty pounds.