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I got each of them a beer. Stace knelt down in front of Tim and then Jess got to her knees in front of Mike.
The girls unbuckled the guBy the middle of the next week I had found us a big four bedroom house to rent that was only a block off campus. It was good because the apartment was crammed full most nights and almost unbearable on Fridays and Saturdays.
I bought a big California King mattress and put it in the master bedroom. Jess and Stacy spent an inordinate amount of time moving our dressers back and forth and arguing about where the bed should go, but eventually they settled on a configuration they could both agree on.
Tim and Mike spent all day helping us move all of the stuff out of Me & Stace's apartment and Jess' apartment. When they finally dragged the last of the furniture in, our big couch, they set it down and then collapsed on it.
ys' belts and unzipped their pants, pulling them down to the floor.
Mike, who was entirely infatuated with Jess, had until this point only gotten two handjobs from her. He almost spilled his beer in excitement when Jess ran her hands over his thighs and then leaned forward, resting her huge tits on his knees like they were some sort of shelf built to hold massive breasts.
The green t-shirt she was wearing normally showed just a hint of cleavage, but the "hint" grew exponentially in her current position. She grabbed ahold of his cock, stuck her tongue out and barely licked the tip of his dick.
Stacy already had her mouth around Tim's cock and was bobbing her head up and down at a steady pace. Tim leaned his head back.
"Oh fuck yeah," he groaned.
On the other side of the couch, after a few slow kisses and licks, I lost faith in Mike's ability to keep his beverage upright and I plucked the beer out of his hand. He didn't seem to mind, and quickly moved his hands to the sides of Jess' big breasts, squeezing and rubbing them through her t-shirt and bra, as she took his cock deeper into her mouth.
Despite Tim's head start, Mike was quickly groaning that he was going to lose it. Jess sucked for a few more seconds and then she sat up and stroked his wet cock hard and fast.
With on hand gripping the armrest and the other clamped firmly to her breast, Mike moaned wildly as Jess pushed his t-shirt up. Mike exploded, cumming all over his stomach and Jess' still pumping hand. She wiped her hand across a dry spot on his side while he laid with his head back and his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath.
A minute or two later Stacy repeated roughly the same process with Tim's cock.
We put out the word that we had moved and I told Tim and Mike that if they hung around the old apartment for the evening and pointed people our way, that the girls would pay them back with handjobs later.
There was a few less guys than usual, but the girls still worked their way through quite a crowd.
The next morning I found an email from a rebecca.a.fleming@hotmail.com in my inbox. The email stated that she had a business proposition for me and had a number to call. I called the number and tried to get some answers, but she insisted that she would answer any questions I had if I met her for lunch, so I agreed to meet her at an upscale downtown restaurant she named.
When I arrived, my assumption was confirmed. I recognized her from the picture in Professor Fleming's office. She looked to be in her mid-fifties. She was thin and not much over five foot. While her breasts might have looked small on a different woman, on her frame they looked quite ample. She wore her dark brown hair in a sharp bob that almost touched her collar. There were definitely wrinkles on her face, but not nearly so much as most women her age.
I slipped into the seat across from her.
"You must be Rebecca," I said.
"That's right," she answered, smiling at me.
"What's the proposition you have for me?"
"Shouldn't we at least order first?" she said with a smirk.
"Ummm . . . Okay." I grabbed a menu and flipped through it. After a minute the waiter stopped by. "I'll take this." I pointed at the menu "Coconut-encrusted Salmon Panninni. With a coke." She ordered a blackened chicken caeser salad and a glass of scotch. I raised my eyebrow at her. She just smiled at me until the waiter had walked away.
"I know my husband cheated on me. And I know you helped arrange it," she said coolly.
"I assumed as much," I replied, taking my napkin and unfolding it on my lap. "How'd you find out?"
"He wrote all about it in his poetry journal."
"Not wise," I sighed. "What is it you want to do about it?"
"How much did he pay you?" she asked.
"Are you sure you want to know that?"
"Yes."
I shrugged. "He paid me a thousand dollars."
