Shell was looking up at me. The young woman was sitting on her haunches, with a tiny hand grasping my cock, holding it firmly in her grip. As she stro...ed it slowly, her long serpentine tongue played over the head of my shaft. I gasped with surprise at the sight. Behind her was Angela, giving her advice in her own language as best she could.Startled by my response, Shell looked up at me with her cat like eyes and asked tentatively in a soft voice, 'otay'. All I could reply was the same. Pleased,. But she did look great. The silky material clung to her body and more than once she caught me studying the way her nipple hinted at it’s presence. We chatted amongst ourselves and with others as we had 3 or 4 drinks. I got pulled back to the ping-pong game when Curt, one of my crew that had a way of getting under my skin, very loudly challenged me to a game. After declining a few times, he got more vocal, and before I knew it, much of the room was involved. I was pretty sure I could take him,. As I started working him in deep to where I could feel the large cock head in my slippery throat. I felt a hand squeeze mine and looked to the side to see Doris smiling at me. She gave the man I was sucking a open french kiss on the part of his cock that wasn't in my mouth then she sank down like I was before the other man who had what looked like a larger cock than the one I was sucking. She started to lick her wet pink tongue around his balls and then she licked up the underside of the his. "Well there's not much to tell," Sally replied, "the classes are pretty good, although some of them are kind of hard and..." Oh forget that stuff," Phyllis interrupted, "those things never change. What about the fun things, the parties, the guys?" Well they're pretty nice too," Sally said, "and I guess that sometimes I spend more time on some of those things than my classes." You just have to work out a balance between the two of them," Phyllis offered. "Going away to college and spending all.