Quinn smiled, or would have if she had had a mouth. She could looselydetect that her self, her ethereal presence, was that of a hard-to-seeshimmering ...loud of green spiritual unmatter. She left the cellar throughthe wall and hovered over her rental house. It was dark outside, wellpast midnight. She looked up and down the street filled with houses fromthe turn of the last century. Houses that had been built up around theuniversity she now attended.Quinn made her way north to a frat house. A few. “So you like my breasts?” She leaned forward to dance her erect pink nipples in my face. “Charlie, you’ll just have to find something to occupy yourself,” she teased to Charlie half over her shoulder before letting my lips suckle one and then the other nipple. They were hard and pink and stood out from her breasts like they were looking for lips to kiss them and suck them … and I obliged! I felt Charlie getting onto the bed behind Denise and then felt his hand take hold of my stiff cock. I. I whispered, "It looks clear. Let's wait a bit though. That thing is cycling. I want to watch and to listen to a full cycle." They nodded.We did exactly that and everything remained quiet other than the generator's motor. I said, "Let's go down there and check things out. Slowly and carefully." It really wasn't down but, frequently in the south, even heading north and up hill can be down! We went down into the clearing. It remained quiet and we began to look around.It was a large commercial. I told them that Silvia had been watching me right from the start and that I therefore offered her a drink. That was confirmed by Stevan. And he told the group in great detail how beautiful she was and how nice she had looked in her Leather mini skirt.But I tempered the expectations a bit when I told them that I thought that she was a big slut, who just lied about her inexperience to get boys. The group was surprised when I said that I soon realized her scam, but that I agreed to take her home.