“Sure.”He orders us each another drink and we take them to a small lounge area in one of the shadows. We chat about class and our majors. Then mov... on to hobbies and where we're from. Sadly, it turns out that he too is a frat guy. I tease him, and he smiles back. We finish our drinks. He offers to get another round. I accept. While he's gone, I see more people finding shadowed nooks. Some are talking, but most are making out. Or more.He comes back with our drinks, and some friends. A couple. “um ... she kept delivering pizzas I hadn’t ordered – you know with those little pots of garlic mayo that she spread on my tits to lick off again. She taught me how to punish Dad without leaving any permanent marks on his butt – she really enjoyed it – she called it Dominotion – which is pretty funny. Mum had left by then – gone with some fancy bloke up west – and the rent was overdue, so pizza lady had some business cards printed for us to provide Correctional Services. I put some into the. I look at the girl in "just the right" picture, her breasts, her legs, her round ass, her peach-shaped pussy. I enjoy gazing at her female body as I stroke and try to relax. I want to slow, to stay feeling this good a bit longer, but the tension builds and my jerks quicken until it couldn't possibly feel any better. My eyes close as I pass the point of no return. My breathing is deep and my heart is racing. The tension in my body causes my stomach muscles to tighten, my toes to curl. A warmth. I went out and asked what the problem would be and she replied: “Do you know how to install a brand new washing machine?” Yes, of course I do.” I replied. She showed the way while I stared at the beautiful bitch ass. As usual, she wore tight shorts. What I liked were her long legs and tallness the most. Sometimes I figure out she’s the ideal person to work modeling. My wife kept on mocking or criticizing her set of teeth: stained, blemished. I scrutinized, examined the luxurious, big.