What do you want to study?"Paul was sitting across the table from Sandy, and could not seem to do anything except look at her. Even when his food arri...ed, he barely picked at it, concentrating instead on their conversation and, obviously mesmerized by her beauty. For her graduation, Sandy chose to wear a light cashmere sweater in a shade of lavender that seemed to highlight the blue of her eyes. All of the graduates had been in cap and gown for the ceremony itself, and Paul had not really paid. After the train I though I was going to have some relief and get home without further incidents, but guess I was wrong.The last part to get home was to take the bus for another 25-30 minutes, but after I sat near the middle of the bus, another guy came and sat on the other side of the bus, just two places on my right.At first he didn't saw me, but quickly noticed. But this time I knew him. We were in the same class in college, years ago. I remember him as a smart guy but not really. In fact, it tasted better than the coffee that he bought for four dollars a cup at the coffee shop. He commented, “This sure is good coffee.”Donny said, “I really missed your coffee when I was gone, Mom. That stuff out in Los Angeles tasted like it had been burnt. It was just horrible.”“I don’t know why. There shouldn’t be any difference in the taste of coffee. It’s probably the same brand out there like it is, here. I perk it just like I have ever since I can remember,” Mrs. Daniels said.“You. His expression was one of infinite tenderness. How long since she'd known such a thing as tenderness? It thrilled her to the marrow of her bones. She reached up, curled her arms around and pulled her husband down on her. One of his legs slipped tightly between her soft open thighs. Their bodies fell together with a suppleness as though they belonged together. Slowly, Helen moved her thighs up against Adam's loins as he ground his lips down onto hers feeling his already hard cock throb.