If Margaret noticed that I was naked, she didn't say anything. Instead, she was incensed that we hadn't touched her chocolate layer cake. I picked up ...a slice and took a bite as I left the kitchen. At the door, I looked back to see her smiling at me.Nothing else was said about the evening before or her losses until I was dropping Cynthia off at her office. "We'll look at the taxes tonight, right?" she asked."Ah, okay, but tonight's the night we meet Jessica at the ice cream shop. We'll need to. I think she finally saw where I was headed. "Do the boyfriends know what's going on?"She nodded. "Pretty much." But not all?" No, not all."Shit! This was a disaster waiting to happen. I didn't have a 'gang' to back me up. The only three other guys I knew at State lived in another dorm now and it took all three of them to lift a six-pack. Get one disgruntled Frat boy on my case for fucking his girlfriend better than he could ever hope to and I was toast. I thought fast."I want permission slips.. "I didn't expect that. I offered her my elbow and when she touched my arm it felt like electric sparks. My cock lifted it's head in response and I mentally willed it down. She must have noticed though, because she licked her lips and grinned like an imp."Where ya goin'?" I asked her, tryin to shift the focus. She gave me a funny look and said " Anywhere you are I guess."We were at the car then, and I opened the door for her. She made an extra show of getting into the car and crossing her long. And .... ooooh, God yes!.... it doesn't feel like you mind. Since we're on the subject, I love what I'm tasting right now!" My cock throbbed in her hand, feeling so close to cumming, but she always slowed down or changed her stroke just before it was too late. Her fingertips explored every intimate part of me, stroking my shaft, gently massaging my balls, even slipping her fingertips in and out of my ass from time to time."I'm glad you like it," she said with the most sensual voice I'd ever.