“Yeah,” she rolled her eyes. “Ugly sweater day is my favorite day of the year.”Dr. Kenya Morris switched away. She thought of how incredibly h...ndsome the blue-collar motherfucker was. She was on her way to grab lunch with one of the school’s athletic trainers. As an openly member of the LGBTQ+ identified faculty and staff, she was quite open about her transition from male to female. She was less so about her sex life. She got into her late model red Honda Accord and drove off campus to their. Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."Sarah sat up and hugged the other girl to show that she understood. They shared some tears together before Hannah pulled away."I brought this. I know it's only a small thing, but I thought it might make you feel better," she said as she handed the pouch over to Ben."Thanks," was all he said by way of reply."I should get back before Adam notices I'm gone," said Hannah."Wait, aren't you forgetting something?" Sarah asked."What?" You still have the nugget that. But she never simply picked it up to set it down at her side. She let it flop back and forth as she moved it to lean first against one thigh, and then the other. Her legs didn’t just glisten, her thighs appeared almost damp when she was done. The flashlight nestled against her panties at the very juncture of her legs. It too seemed wet, well lubricated from rubbing against her freshly oiled thighs. My cock, quite stiff now from considering this casually innocent yet erotic display, wished it. New Years Eve at the Roadhouse had always been an intimate affair but it had never been that intimate before. The first thing that we noticed was that all the tables and chairs had disappeared and were replaced by huge, velvet cushions, cushions as thick as mattresses and large enough for couples to recline on. We picked one next to where Carol and her live in lover were reclining. After a minute, Sally kicked off her shoes and we headed out on the dance floor.Sally and I had spent the rest of.