We met in the driveway and Kaycee lead me inside quickly so the neighbors wouldn’t see us.It was dim since most of the lights were off. “Do you wa...t a drink?” she asked, kind of nervous, as though maybe I was going to back out. Maybe our age difference seemed apparent.“Sure.” I said, I could use one. Something to just get me loosened up. I took two shots of rum from the bar and smiled, “Where’s the bedroom?”Kaycee took my hand and lead me down the hall to room well lit from the sun filtering. Most of all, I wanted to know I could make Vee cum again. Vee spread her legs wide as I massaged the contours of her happy spot. The view of her slit now widening with stimulation was inviting. Her labia began to plump with desire and her hot entrance began to open with prominence. It spread open evenly, allowing me the most pleasurable view of the deep pink color that was nice and damp and ready for plucking.Slowly, as Vee had done with me, I slid my fingertip inside to feel what she hid. And my spl sessions after college started. However, one fine day, she told that she had an hours work and then she would teach me. I had no problem. Then, she told me I would have to wait at her home for that. I took her address and she left in her scoot. I freshen up at home and went to her address. She just arrived as I was about to alight the auto. She took me to her flat in the 20th Floor. Once I was inside I could see her lingerie’s laying around for getting dried. Her petticoat was lying. Some that increased the intensity of an orgasm. These were invitation only parties. Not a problem for Carol. Once the word had spread about her behind the scene activities in whatever room was available, the invitations flowed. Typically, the invitation would only say “PARTY” and provide a date, time and address. On occasion, who was hosting the party, the nurses, medical students, or whoever, would also be on the invite. Knowing who was throwing the party and where was important. Parties.