Closing the bottle, she dropped it back into her purse, and then moved around to the side of the bed. Reaching out a hand, she softly touched his bare...foot. "Surprise!" Instantly, Mark's body became tense and alert. In what seemed like one swift motion, he rolled over on his side, quickly jerked off the earphones, and grabbed for his glasses. Putting on the heavy spectacles with their thick lenses, he peered warily in her direction. "Gwen?" Although his body began to relax, there was a guarded,. “Are these real? Did you buy them too?!!!!” I demanded. She quietly murmured, “Yes, real…” “Jesus Christ! They must have cost a fortune, I screamed. I reached around her waist, unbuttoned them and ripped them off her. She trembled as she leaned on the counter, her panty covered ass the most accessible part of her. I raised my hand and slammed it down on her ass. WHACK!! She shrieked and tried to stand up. But my hand was firmly pressed into her back. Diane was not going anywhere. WHACK!! . " Paris snorted softly as she tried to see herself in the hazy reflection of the window. "I do too!" Paris swung back indignant, rubbing the tip of her nose. "Why didn't you say something?" Paris huffed, a small smile flirting at the edges of her lips. Unaware that she was being sized up in a whole new way, Paris continued, “So, Thomas Hall, is without a date? Mark it down in the calendar ladies; I don’t think this has happened since you were, what, sixteen?” Tom grunted as he followed her. This woman had asked me for orientation about her thesis work, help her, and I began to lead her through this, until I had trouble in approving her thesis work due to lack of good argument to support it. I decided it would be better to act discretelly, watching her progress instead. At first, I'd refuse any involvement or messing into this, so didn't interfere with her counselor teacher. Nonetheless I ended up giving her a hand. As a matter of fact, during her unpaid junior.