"Saturday. Brad is leaving for New York for a few days. It's Vanessa's birthday. She's twenty. I invited her over for a birthday dinner."And you want ...e to just happen by and help you get that angelic young girl into your nasty lesbian clutches, right? Laura thought with malicious wit, know how much she also wanted to do it again with the delicious Vanessa, especially after the devastating sidewalk conversation with Randi."What are you going to do, put Spanish Fly in her soup?" Laura. I'd had enough practice at this and knew just what I needed. It wasn't long before I was reaching for a kleenex to catch the results of my release, while images of Patrice in the throes of ecstasy flashed through my brain.When I woke up in the morning, my thoughts again turned to fantasies of Patrice. Lying in bed, I once again found myself stroking my thick member, reliving some of the ideas that I'd explored the previous night. Thoughts of her in various positions and always full of passion. Judy watched them leave and thought, there goes one more happy photographer. She smiled at her friend’s promiscuous life style. Judy herself wasn’t like that. Oh, she loved having fun of course, but in addition to being voted the most beautiful woman in the world by a French magazine, she was also a good business woman with a good head on her shoulders. Later the night, Amber sat at the bar with her new love interest, the photographer she had just met earlier that afternoon. Amber kept. It wasn't long before we reached a place I assumed was Will's. Irecognized the area, it wasn't far off-campus. Will was probably agraduate student, since I certainly thought I would have recognizedanother undergraduate. Which meant Will was somewhere between twenty-twoand twenty-six, give or take a year. Escorted up the front steps, therewas little I managed to take in of the apartment, both the exterior andthe interior. I would have been happy to study the main room, but Willwas quickly.