Two lows and a high again. Why are you asking AGAIN I thought. The spotter would signal us if he suddenly saw something, as would I if I didn’t imme...iately have to run.The spotter responded in kind, although the tower was still not visible to me yet. There, I thought, are you happy dude? Still clear, now shut up. I noted that I’d have to spend more time training newbies on the proper protocol for these kinds of things.I paused a moment, steeling myself to continue further. Several fetchers had. I’m a gentleman after all. Then I stumbled back to the party for a refill.I never saw her again. I can’t even remember what she looked like. And for all I know there is a little Peter Ostrovski running around out there somewhere. But that first pathetic instance of questionable sexual ethics, and I am not exactly sure who was at fault, opened the floodgates. Before I graduated, I must have banged half the ugly girls on campus.I was not interested in building my social-cred. I was just. I’ve seen you. David just left me because of it. He wanted to go to the police and report you, but I told him not to.” “Why? I said. “I married a bore. His idea of good sex is both of us climaxing together. I’ve always been different. I thought if I married I stiff I’d become like everybody else, but I don’t want that anymore.” I didn’t understand what she was talking about, but hearing the words sex leave her lips was enough to make my cock throb. “How are you different?” I said. “I like to. I slid a finger into her ass and she came with a groan, I could feel the spasms from her orgasm squeezing my finger in her bottom.The next morning came and Heather spent it getting ready for Will. She shaved herself completely bare, lotioned her skin and did her hair and makeup. She chose a floral print blouse without sleeves. The fabric was quite sheer and when she stood in certain light, was nearly transparent. She wore no bra under it. A cute pair of Daisy Duke faded jean shorts and 4 inch.