I kissed her and we went horizontal again. This time I was as gentle and loving as I could be, in spite of images of her being gangbanged that went th...ough my mind. Her climax brought real tears this time and she held me close.I left her sleeping and went to do what I’d set out for a couple of hours earlier. When I returned I knocked on her door. When she answered I told her to get dressed up for dinner in an hour.The restaurant was nicer than she had ever been in, I was informed. Her manners. She was just looking to enjoy herself, in between studies, of course. A steady boyfriend would take up more time, which she had to spent concentrating on her studies. She just wanted to fuck now and then, experiment a little, and relax whenever she had the chance to get away from homework, her job to pay tuition, and extracurricular activities, assuming that she had time for them.The Harvard newspaper was an obvious choice, but would she really want to get involved in investigative reporting,. So, it might be a good idea to start practising those dance routines. You know you want to. Or, grow yourself a moustache. All the bestest, mostest virile, super-hunks of all time have sported resplendent examples of facial hair on their upper lip. Think Adolf, or Josef, or Fidel, or Mouammar, or Saddam, or Vladamir or Che or Osama; all moustachioed super-hunks. Grow yourself a handlebar, a horseshoe, a chevron and in no time at all her perky cheerleaderness will dissolve into a pool of gooey. “Well, none of us will do it, and Seth won’t shut up until he finds out truly how small he is.” The guys giggled but Emma just scoffed. “Honey, there is a ruler on the desk.”She rolled her eyes but obeyed. By the time she got back, Seth was wide-eyed and hard as a rock! Emma hesitated as she put her legs together and dropped down to her knees in front of Seth’s naked cock.“You don’t have to touch it, Em, just hold it close enough to get a measurement.”Her lithe hands kept a safe distance with.