She gave her a hug and tried to console her. Letting the tears drain into her thin cotton vest top she was wearing. Eventually they subsided and Joyce...regained her composure a little. She felt awkward, still in her friends embrace and pulled herself away from her as gently as possible. Joyce apologised and pointed out that Sylvia's top was soaking with tears and they both had a little giggle at that. She pulled it over her head and stood there in a totally see through, off white bra, he'd. She was stroking me but I just wasn’t getting hard. "Come here," she said, pulling me up. I could step up on the curb and get my soft cock closer to her face. As I did she took it all deep in her mouth and started to fuck me with her mouth. As she took my cock deeper in her mouth it got bigger and harder. Once she pulled it out and said "Oh, my!" She was silent for a moment and said, "I just had an orgasm and I think I got it on my skirt." I felt around and she was very wet but her skirt felt. After spending some time in my dorm thinking about the events of the day I ventured outside to get some fresh air. By the clocks outside it was two-thirty in the morning and the campus was dead. After a few rounds of hobbling around and breathing the fresh air I headed back to my dorm. I heard a slight scream of pain which caused me to go over to a secluded area of the quad. Danni was sitting down on a bench with a knife in her hand. She had just systematically cut her arm in which I was later. Her breasts were rising and falling. She was so curious about his male parts, she couldn’t keep her hands to herself. She reached out and traced the side of his penis with his finger. So warm and soft and smooth. The little ridges of his veins fascinated her. She got to his balls and poked and prodded his nut sack with her finger. She traced up the other side of his penis, and it lurched a bit when she touched the mushroom. She looked at his face? Was he waking up? No not yet. She looked.