I have to pee too.”Sasha looked at me and got that goofy look on her face.“Let’s go pee over the edge,” she said with an impish smile.“Reall...?” I asked.“Sure.”We walked over to the sharp drop off at the far side of the hill.“Ready?” She asked.“Yes.”“Wait!” Sasha stopped me as I was ready to release.“What!?” I asked, in a little bit of pain.“I need to do something. Put your hand on my butt,” she demanded.Sasha pulled my hand around her and put it on her butt cheek, as she did the same to me. I. “It’s even better from this side. Has anybody told you that you make love divinely? I think I love anthropologists.”Barbara gave him a devilish look, “Want another one – a French one?”He chuckled, “Sure. Who are you thinking of?”“My dissertation advisor, Marie Thereaux. As Alice would say, she’s your kind of person.”“And what kind is that?”“On the petite side, booby, pretty, brunette, and completely fuckable.”Dave teased, “And she will show up here any minute, strip off her clothes, throw. The music from Andre's stereo added a smooth back drop to our conversation. We chit chatted for a bit. I was glad to see the two of them get along so well. I was also glad to see Andre's eyes continually divert down her body. Linda was doing a masterful job of crossing and uncrossing her legs. In fact, she was doing such a good job of teasing both of us it made me question if she had done this before.At a lull in the conversation I looked Linda directly in the eyes. Speaking to Andre I. My grades marginally started slipping from an 85-90% student to a 70-80% student. About a month past since the “Moomba” Labor-Day long weekend.It was during the Easter long weekend break that I wore a flannelette top with no bra, short shorts, knickers and gym boots to Jason and Leanne's house. They were all sitting around a camp fire in the back yard; drinking casks of cheap wine we called goon. As we were hanging out drinking; a weird object was brought out; it was my first contact with a.