Our shoulders and thighs were now touching rocking swaying distance.She asked me what I did and I was like work in a construction site till I finish m... undergraduate. And then she went let me see your hands. My hands people were border line sand paper that day. She continued. I like a man with rough hands.I cut her short and said I prefer a woman with soft hands. She burst out laughing and it was our stop. Do I get your number or are we going to let fate decide it I said.She asked whether I was. "Not just yet Kate. Play with yourself for me. Make your slut cunt nice and wet."She spread her pussy lips wide to show me the moisture. "It's already wet Jimmy. Spank me now ... please."I whipped her pussy with one stroke of my belt. "Owww!" she yelped."Don't sass me Kate. Just do as you're told." This was a little harsher than she was used to being treated by me but my mother had told me that Grandpa Jack had been rough with her and she liked it that way.Her face had turned red with. .. each of you have my blood pumping at least a little, but in different ways. Your man Jonny there ... I just want to take him home, snuggle up with him, smother him with my tits, climb on top of him, and ride him for days. When not riding him, I’d cradle him to my bosom and stroke his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear,” Sonja confessed, trying to get away and grab the drinks, “sorry, clearly I’ve crossed a line and given TMI there. Please don’t get mad at me. I’m Norwegian, so I. .. Nichelle...” She looked at him with a glassy stare. “Are you all right?”“Need to clear my head...” She took a step, stumbled and fell to the ground.Kit helped her up. “You’re out of it,” he remarked, “what have you been drinking? Come on -- I’ll walk you back to Whalen.” He supported her as they walked. “That’s it -- one foot in front of the other...”They reached the lobby of her dorm and approached the door leading to the residence wings. “Do you have your ID?” Kit asked.“Uhh...” Nichelle.