Crossing The Line - Part 2
My run in with the nineteen year old continues...
I return home and everyone is in bed. Unable to relax myself or get the image of him out of my head, I head to bed myself, stripping off each layer and climbing into bed, naked. My fingers find my already swollen and wet lips and my orgasm comes quickly, as it had been building for hours without me touching myself. The next morning, the sexual tension is thick, and the quick glances and eye contact between me and him tell...