It was not even that uncommon for a sophomore to date a college guy, such as Liz Stuckie, class of '03, who rumor had it spent three quarters of her h...gh school career seeing someone from MACC. So for Christine McKenzie to text a picture of her tit to Dan's buddy (and fellow freshman) Charlie was indeed major news. "What now?"Charlie shrugged his shoulders. "That's the worst part. It's not like I can take her to my house with my dad working from home all day. And I doubt I'd get very far with. Her hips jumped as my tongue barely touched her clit.She grabbed my errant hands, and mashed them against her teats, moaning loudly as my tongue dove into her. "Thank you, Nick. Oh, I needed this. Thank you!" Her voice grew in volume, as my mouth did its work, bringing her to orgasm.I broke away from her nether lips, and trailed soft kisses along her stomach, and sides. Kissing the undersides of her breasts, and then moving my head between her two mountains, I pressed them together, and licked. " Ungh... "Dare to be stupid..." Five.Sweat. Collapse. Galois was finished. Done.Giselle was pretty woozy herself. She wandered back to the dressing room, ignoring plaintive customers who tried to corral her on the way. Becky was in the dressing room, too, and Beuerlein quickly appeared once he realised that the mission had been accomplished."Steve, my god, I am totally fucked out," whined Giselle. "That'll do it for my night, anyhow." Not a problem," nodded the general manager. "Come on back. "Okay," she said softly. "Really? Oh god Shane. Tonight. Seven thirty. I'll pick you up." Shane reluctantly gave him her address, and hung up the phone. She closed her eyes. Again thinking of Mark. It was hot. The air around her thick. The ball in her mouth a little to tight tonight. To tight to even get the safe word out if she needed it. Daisy. She thought the word. Wanted her mouth to form it. That word had been chosen, becauseit was her favorite flower. Mark was in a stronger mood.