" I'm a low maintenance guy," I protested. It was apparent that Spencer was using the evening to get more details about me, but there wasn't much I co...ld do to stop it that wouldn't make her want to dig harder, and it wasn't like Christine was going to be able to tell her much. I picked off one of Christine's pieces that was poised to move into her 'home.'"Hey!" she whined, and then picked up the thread of the conversation again. "Right, low maintenance ... I'd told him that since it was his. The brochure said thatan on-campus interview was required. It said that the interview would takeplace under full uniform regulations, meaning that she could wear nothing.She knew that she would excel at Blanke Schande College and would prove itto her parents, but wanted to be sure she could get in before fighting thebattle. Thinking quickly, Amanda enlisted the help of her older sister Kacy. Perhapsshe could convince Kacy to make the drive to BSC for the interview. That way,she had a way there. When she looked through the peep hole of her door she was very surprised to see her neighbors’ 17 year old son, Paul maybe, standing on her doormat in nothing but his boxers. Boys at that age were very prone to pulling practical jokes and she was definitely not in the mood to be the punch line of a joke in the middle of the night. She opened the door a crack, not letting the chain off the latch. “What is it?” she asked angrily. “I’m so sorry, Miss Marsh, but I got myself locked out of the flat. Following on that, I slurped up all the mess on his butt-hole, before my mouth suctioned onto his full-blown peony.As I commenced swallowing a ton of jizz through the petals, my wait had been worthwhile as I savoured the delicious and abundant banquet of nectar, Trev’s arse was providing. Once sated, I stood up and looked at the flabby florets of ecstasy erupting from Trev’s arse. Unable to resist, I instantly inserted my dick. As I did so the satin sleeve surrounding my knob felt.