And M.I.T. The interviews at B.U. were fun and relaxing, and I think it's an excellent school. Then I crossed the Charles River into Cambridge and spe...t the afternoon at M.I.T.There I was in a professor's office in Building 3, a nice view of the Great Court out the windows to my back. It was IAP on campus, the Independent Activities Period. The whole month of January is like that at M.I.T., no formal classes, just everybody playing with the sciences and nobody worrying about grades. What a. I responded by reaching behind her and taking her round bottom in my hands, gently squeezing and kneading her cheeks. She squirmed around a little and whispered in my ear that she liked me touching her there. I thought, wow, this little girl sure does know what to say and how to say it! Emboldened by her encouragement, I began to pull her cheeks apart, much to her delight. Smiling mischievously, she reached down behind her and guided my hand into her crack. "Finger me there," she whispered. Neither guy seemed to be finished. Each time they came and they were rock hard again Rosalie couldn’t believe it. By the time they had finished their threesome, it was close to about 7am Saturday morning. Rosalie fell fast asleep on the cot while Duane and Nathan sat up on the floor against the freezer smoking some marijuana.Nathan: “You know what D? We didn’t fuck this white girl in her ass yet.”Duane: “Damn man! What’s wrong with you?”Nathan: “What? You thought we were done? We got all. Igiggled, apparently it was my bag now. Just like the bra and panty sethanging from the towel rack were also now mine!I reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of dark purple fingernailpolish. It was a cute shade and might go well with the color of my slip!I considered my options. I didn't have to work for another day and ahalf. Nothing to worry about (outside of painting my fingernails youidiot!).I started first with my left hand, then my right, and finally my toes --finding the process.