She stopped kicking long enough to take a looks. "Sorry, I didn't mean too. I'm a little drunk," she said as she leaned over to him. He was a very cut... guy. Clean shaven, dark hair, and very well built. He looked her in the eyes for a moment and she went for it. His dark green eyes were too much for here. As she kissed his lips he managed to get out some words. "I'm David," he said. "Taylor," was all she got out. She kissed him down his neck and to his shoulder. She then returned to his mouth. She must've told Danni exactly what to do because Danni dried my scrotum, my now erect penis, then handed me the towel - just like mom used to do minus the orgasm into the towel. I finished drying off then said I was done. Nancy told me not to forget her washcloth and soap, so I went back to the shower unit, wrung out the washcloth and picked up the soap with it so I wouldn't get it all over my hand.I slung the towel over my shoulder as we headed out of the bathroom door and back down the now. Considering your other grades you know that you needed to get at least 4 to had a chance to get into the college without entrance exam (and with a scholarship). For a moment you allow yourself to be angry, but after 15 minutes your normal, cheerful mood comes back to you and you begin to form a plan to fix things up. But who are you exactly?Your name is Emily Roden. You are coming from a middle-class family. You definitely aren't rich, but you live quite comfortable life. You parents have. The pair of you had been pretty close back in the day. You used to have a routine all worked out for picking up girls in college bars, involving an "accidentally" spilt drink, a couple of carefully dabbed napkins and a lame joke that always seemed to make college girls laugh. After college, you both went your separate ways. You tried to keep in touch, but Mike was one of those guys who never really grew up past college, and you were "going places." Well, you were up until a couple of months.