Grace resumed walking, studying Wade’s ass and then Jeni’s. *Everyone* was naked! Milf sex *College* is expensive. It was so intense it verged on painful, and Grace clawed at Wade’s hand, but his arm might well have been constructed of the same metal as the bars restraining her thighs. God, she’d thrown herself at him and cum all over his cock like some totally debased slut, and *he knew it!* She thought longingly of drowning herself in the pool. More fresh moisture leaked from her own body. Distracted as she’d been, it hadn’t escaped her notice that nobody talking to Jeni about her dive had mentioned a thing about what the brunette had been wearing until after they’d heard about the thong (either from Jeni herself, or indirectly from a friend). Her tired legs took her down a little faster than she’d intended, driving those fingers ever so slightly into her before the trainer matched her rate of descent.
