Sure, they were difficult, but I’m pretty sure I did well enough. Imogen seemed pretty confident too. I couldn’t read Mark at all. Vanessa, though... ... She was full of the joys of spring, and I don’t think it had anything to do with her exam performance.Mark, Imogen, Vanessa and I spent a quiet Friday evening in front of the television and after a good night’s sleep free of the worry of any more exams for a couple of days, I woke early on Saturday and went for breakfast at Jak’s while the rest. Moments of this nature happened quite often, especially when she was away on a business trip, as she was on this occasion. She often got hot for illicit cock (and not infrequently for the differently delectable delights of a hot woman).When Em wanted away-from-home sex, she generally got it, one way or another.As she had, just for example, she thought (with a suddenly apparent secret warmth between her legs) only the week before in Macao, on a short business trip from frequently visited Hong. While they had parties on the weekends with alcohol and drugs, we were not part of that. I wanted our own party for two, a sex party, that is.I like to compare myself to the Tribbles on Star Trek, The Original Series. Except, I wasn’t born pregnant, I was born horny. My mind was on pulling down the panties of my fiancée. Then putting my cock into her warm, wet, pink opening. I needed to fill it with my thick, white cum. I was on a mission to make both of us cum hard, after being apart for. “Mrs. Steinbeck?”“Oh, it is you,” she says cheerily, quickly crossing back over toward him. “How have you been?”“I’ve been at college,” he says. “Gosh, I haven’t seen you since ninth grade.”“That was what, five years ago?” she asks.“Six,” he corrects. “I took a year off before I went to college. Did you ever get your teaching degree?”Cassie nods. “I did. It wasn’t hard. I almost stayed a substitute.”“Well, I’m happy for you,” he says, meaning it.“So have you found anyone special since then?”“I.