Sharon started to tell me about a dream she had and on more than one occasion. “I was standing in a bar holding the hand of my daughter looking at ...he menu board,” she said before turning away. I jokingly told her that I was an expert in such matters, always having daughters in both my marriages. Sharon gave a sigh and grin as she turned to serve the customers who had just come in, and the conversation ended. My other half Jane (also a customer) was away in the USA on business which Sharon. There were six of us in the flat, and they're pretty important to the story of my time at university.The first to greet me was Emily, a short (maybe 5'2") Biochemistry student with dirty-blonde hair, B-cups, and a really cute face. I remember her outfit the day we moved in: A white t-shirt that didn't really hide her polkadot bra and a pair of blue skinny jeans that hugged her surprisingly sizeable ass.Alexis was also already there when I started carrying my stuff upstairs. She was a tall,. Harder than I wanted to spank her, but she made me promise that I had to really hurt her so she would learn not to cum.She got so she could last a really long time. I could get her flowing all over my hand and then eat her for what seemed like hours. I could even fuck her until I came and then use my hands until I was ready again and fuck her again and she still wouldn’t cum.Dr. Kelly: Didn’t you think that was not normal?Dave: I said that she was starting to get weird. But then she got. ‘O-okay.’ She replied after a long pause. ‘Pinkie promise?’ He cried with his pinkie finger out to her. Nick was so excited, he didn’t realize how childish it was to say that. All his little sister’s fault. His face was hot with embarrassment. ‘What’s a ‘pinkie promise’, Ichlen?’ She was honestly confused, like she had never heard of a pinkie promise. Where was she from? ‘It’s a childish way to swearing to keep a promise. The two people hook their pinkie fingers,’ Nick flexed his pinkie finger..