The boy had just walked in and presently squatted to the floor to retrieve the tray with her breakfast. Her voice went to the tray instead so as to n...ot tip him off about her watching. It floated in his hands, across the room, and landed upon her table. The girl looked to the door again. Yesterday it had taken nearly an hour to open and close with his departure. And the boy had brought books too. Books! ‘Wait,’she said. The black doors stopped in their opening swing. She shifted her voice to. (I've had both.) Whether it be the first or 10th time, invariably, that right hand grabs for that cock and it doesn't stop until I change positions or cum. Try it and see if I'm lying.Looking back in my 1996 diary, I found an anecdote to prove this theory of mine. Yet another example of why I would always recommend to any single guy or woman to write down everything you do sexually - in sharpest detail - for posterity.It was September of that year. I was a first semester sophomore in college. I. “Well, I would ASK if you got a new job.” I answered.“Well, not yet.”“Why move?” I asked.“It’s just, I want a change of scenery.”“Is there something wrong?” I asked.“Sorta, but it’s not a big thing. It’s just… ” She looked for the words to say and sighed.“What?”“It’s kind of embarrassing.” She admitted.“I won’t judge you, honey.”“I just don’t like the school I’m in.”“Well, that’s not that embarrassing.”“It’s the students and teachers.” “What about them?”“They all hit on me and what’s worse is. Her nails were digging into my back as our tongues wrestled. I felt her legs wrap around mine and she started to move in rhythm with me. As I would slam my cock into her, she would meet my hips with hers. I reached down and cupped her ass in my hands. I got more leverage this way and could thrust even harder. She was starting to moan really loud now."Fuckkk I'm cumminnnggggg!"I felt her pussy tighten around my hard cock. Her nails dug into my back so hard I thought she might draw blood. Her.