Three feet of cock- 4

The two of them went up to the bedroom, leaving the others behind to consider their odds of victory. Tristan closed the door behind him. As soon as it clicked, Janet’s hands were on his chest, her crotch grinding against his, her lips passionately kissing him. He eagerly returned her advances. He had never dared dream he would have this opportunity again.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she confessed.

“And I, you.” He held her tightly. Her heart beat against his own through their touching chests.

“Has it really been eight years?”

“God, has it? Amazing how quickly life passes you by…”

“I know… Here we are, married, settled-down, respectable… Whatever happened to our undergraduate days? Reading all day, having fun…”

“Wandering through gardens naked…”

She blushed. “That, too.”

“I didn’t realize you still thought about it…”

“Do you?”

“Of course I do. How could I forget?”

“I just thought… Well, you have your own life…”

“Doesn’t mean I forget our past.”

She pressed her cheek against his chest and sighed. “I never thought we’d get a chance like this…”