Do nothing? What? “Well, young man, I think our little conversation is over, for now. I will need to visit with you and members of your fraternity. Would Thursday evening be good?” She asked. “Um, yes, I guess. What time Ms . . .?” I had to let my voice trail off, I would have gone to a falsetto voice, the mature slut began to stand, spreading her knees further, I had a great view of that mature pussy! “Oh, please, call me Wendy, sweetie.” She said as she bent over once again, allowing her blouse to gap open, and let the young male have another good look at her tits. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter as the young male shivered at her blatant exposure. “Um, Thursday would be good, Wendy.” I stammered unable to take my eyes away from her pussy, till she stood fully. “Great, “ she said as she approached me once more, my eyes glued to her tits as the jostled inside her blouse. “Please have as many of your members there as possible so that I am able to review their japanese schedules, and commitment.”   Chapter Two – The First Thursday Counseling Thursday arrived, and the b*****rs were not happy in giving up an evening to sit around with some old broad talking about college classes and degrees. We setup the library to have the meeting in, the typical chairs around the sides of the room. Seven pm, and the doorbell rang. I opened the door and asian there stood Wendy. She looked even hotter than she did on Monday when I first met her. She wore a form fitting black cotton skirt that fell just past the tops of her hose, a sheer white blouse, with a little purple bra that held up her tits, but sure didn’t cover them, as her nipples were barely covered, plus the hose, then a pair of platform heels that added about four inches to her height. It felt like the tightest asian squeeze ever around his dick. Even though it wasn't the first time he had seen a naked japanese woman through one of these blinds, she was the first that gave him a raging boner. Evelyn replied. Ich wusste doch gar nicht was ich wollte. What now? She walked to the center of the room and sat down. Everyone else will be in their rooms asleep by now.” Fortunately, the rest of the semester passed without further incident. I’m not letting Thia out of my sight. While she is in there, I tell John that he should show his Mom what he is planning. He didn't want to cum like this. Master chuckled. The thing must’ve been a solid 6” long and as thick as Riley’s wrist. He thrust into her like a machine gun, never giving her a chance to rest. 2 I walked out of my house getting in my parent's car and driving off headed to her house. It didn't take long before he felt his balls starting to contract and push his cum up his shaft. This was beyond losing control. I kept hearing my name, pounced as “Bakukee,” shouted by Mr. Osamu as he screamed into his microphone. You looked up at me and smiled.