"Nothing Frank, just some kids trying to sneak in without paying." He replied.At this point I'd had enough. I grabbed my phone and dialed and dialed H...len."Where are you? We really need those supplies." She blurted out before I could get a word in edgewise."Relax Helen we are down here at gate 13, but security won't let us through." I explained."Won't let you through," that's ridiculous I swear I called and told them you'd be coming." She said."I believe you Helen, I just need someone to run. Since it was the end of the fest everyone was sloshed and high and all couples were getting touchy with each other. Aksha was still in her dress. We both were dancing really close to each other sometimes grinding our hips together and my hand was mostly around her waist or ass. In between, she came close to me and whispered that she has gone commando (pantyless). When she said that I held her tight and kissed her neck making her moan softly. We continued dancing like that for some time till. Distracted, she bumped into a student, who turned out to be Fletcher Cox, the fabulously hung football player Brandee had jerked off in the training room.“Whoa, Dean Naylor. Where you headed in a such a hurry?”“Sorry Fletcher. I’m, uh, not feeling well. I think I’m taking the rest of the day off.”The good looking young man glanced down at her breasts. During the training room episode, she had been so transfixed by his muscular body, oversize equipment and copious cum load that she hadn’t. They liked the feel of my soft skin, other times I held them between my thighs and touched them ever so lightly, as if I had one of my own, thrilled at doing it but tinged with strange but nice feeling, being able to crush a mans sex organ against your own.Of course having left school a beautiful articulate and sexually experienced woman, gifts became money, and favours of innocence became kinkier, still a girl in my older teens, looking years younger, I was able to provide the kind of sex men.