During high school, both of us snagged girlfriends that didn’t hesitate to fuck; quite often we would fill both seats in Paul’s old Ford with nake... bodies, but they wouldn’t work a swap with their goods. My Sharon was great, but I always wanted to plow Christie’s pussy, too.My car was too small for the four of us, but Sharon learned how to fold up her skinny, little butt and give me a wonderful blow job, when it was just the two of us.Paul’s mom moved to another town when we were in our senior. The old man was completely quiet and was having mini spasms from his huge orgasm. We just stayed there for a while, his dick completely milked. The smell of his load, my spit, and our combined sweat was stronger than ever. I thought that whoever would enter the auto next would be able to smell it.After he stopped twitching he sat straight and said: “OK now get out, I am late”. “What? How will I get home?” I asked. “It’s not that far away, just walk there”. He jacked himself a bit letting out. I wouldn’t have to start from scratch like all the other foreign students. Even in the Capital of Canada, it’s cool to be an American. At Carleton University, I experienced a very fascinating world. Man, I thought UMass-Amherst was a diverse place, until I began encountering so many Arab, Somali, Hindu and Chinese students at Carleton that I felt like I was at the U.N. or something. I made friends with students from all over the place. Of course, even this racially diverse school wasn’t free. I remember the complete misunderstanding between Shankar and me and arguments we had in my last visit. Jaya handed over the money for this month installment; I started to talk with apologizing tone “Jaya, it is alright if you didn’t pay, sorry about my last visit to your house”.Jaya looked into my eyes and replied “if you are not taking it back, I will consider that you are insulting me and trying to pay money for the sex, and don’t apologize for that last visit, it happened for good cause” she.