She went to college on an academic scholarship. Part of her scholarship required that she work in the library. The head librarian was a man in his fif...ies. He was married but had the reputation of going after young female assistants. Cindy, disappointed with the sex she was having with boys near her age, was easily seduced by Philo Cornwall.From the first time Cornwall made love to her she was more satisfied than she could ever have imagined. Whether or not he was playing with more girls than. Betsy handed him a sandwich and a soda.She said, “Here you go. Eat up and have a drink.”“I think I’m going to give up drinking. What happened?”“We were in plane crash, and you got hurt really bad. Momma Kelly just healed you,” Betsy answered.John said, “All I remember is pain.”“Eat your sandwich. You need the protein,” Betsy said.Kelly said, “Give me a few minutes to rest before I go after the last one.”“Okay,” Betsy said.The four rescuers had stepped back. They had seen the extent of John’s. It was beginning to turn me on. She had tight jeans and one of those studded belts that goth chicks wear. I have a weakness for goth chicks. A slow song started. A mild light shined down on the band as they played heartfelt chords in the fog like a macabre music video. It was a slow, but truly epic song. The lead singer started up and the crowd sang along with him as the laser lights danced slowly to the music. Blue backed a bit further into me. Slow dancing and grinding on me. It was crowded. We stepped out onto the fire escape and shut the door. When we got to the ground we went behind some bushes where we had hid some clothes and stripped down to the buff, the moon was bright that night and as I looked at Tony I started to get hard. We suppressed our carnal urges and continued dressing Then it was off to our favorite place... the empty cottage. On the way there Tony ran his hand down the back of my blue jeans, his finger played with my hole. He unzipped his pants and took his dick.