She squealed like a teenager and then calmly lit up another cigarette before starting to ride my cock like she was riding an untamed horse, we establi...hed a nice rythmn and l could feel by the way she was speeding up that another orgasm was approaching, suddenly l heard a muffled giggle and looking over by the wall l could see two women watching one of whom had her hand under her skirt and was obviously fingering herself, the other one was watching intently and smoking a cigarette. I whispered. The idea of spending 3 years doing an English Literature course she so desperately tried to get out of had slowly been eating away at her morale for the past 2 months of summer holiday. She had told her dad how she despised the idea of being forced to read Dickens, Faulkner, even fucking Shakespeare with all his old fashioned colloquialisms. No, that wasn’t for her, she just wanted to model. She had already garnered the attention of several agencies; she knew they liked her perky C cup breasts. He flew on Apollo 11.”“Then we have something in common! We both like rockets and space!”“Now, if we had more cooperation between our countries like the Apollo-Soyuz missions in 1975, perhaps we could improve relations between our countries.”“Comrade Aleksey Arkhipovich Leonov is another hero. I assume you know him?” Lyudmila asked.“Yes, of course. He was on that mission. More importantly, he was the first man to walk in space on the Voskhod 2 flight. I know my space history, Lyudmila. If I knew then what I know now, I would have figured out that 'the look' was essentially an open invitation to any and all people sitting there, regardless of race, color, creed, gender, or sexual orientation. Jessie was an equal opportunity fuckee.After several rounds of the game, during which I consumed more than my share of that piss-flavored beer they always used to tap at our fraternity parties, I finally cut Jessie off from the pack with the aid of a (phony) slight stumble, during which I.