I put her legs on her. neck. Naughty, she sometimes blows my little brother through the trousers. At that time, we have never seen the enlightenment b...oks such as Playboy, and we don’t know the popular tastes of American college students. It’s funny to think about it now.When I sat down on the stone bench, she had to lie, not to sit down. I just lie down by the way. That kind of stool can just lie down, but only one person. She, first, sat on my chest, but it was hidden, and it was in my arms.. She called you asissy." She kissed me again. "I think a lot of boys try on their girl-friend's underwear," she went on. "But wanking doesn't make you a sissy,does it?" We kissed again. Her hand slipped between my legs. Icompliantly parted my legs to allow her fingers to explore. "I'm glad shefollowed my suggestion though," said Ann as her fingers touched the bareflesh on the inside of my thigh above my stocking-top. Her fingerscontinued to probe up my skirt. She went on to explain what she. Now, you are here because it is hazing night for us. Now, usually, this party presents us with the opportunity to...let us say...give our pledges the chance to show us what skills they bring to the sorority," she said, laughing at herself. "However, in recent years complaints have gotten us in some trouble. So, thanks to Jacob, we came up with an idea." She saw my eyebrows raise. "Ma'am?" I said questioningly. She was pleased by the term. "Well, we have an agreement with the frat house across. I felt guilty and selfish for getting these guys all hard and excited, not going through with it and letting them fuck me at the end of the evening so I got into giving them blow jobs. I’m sure my technique was poor at the beginning but with some practice it came naturally to me. I love the feeling of it in my mouth, that hard and velvety texture of the man’s aroused cock. They seemed to love it and I certainly never received any complaints. In my early experiences they never lasted very long.