We unload my boxes and clothes at the house first. Miriam and Eloise are expected later this afternoon. At Julian’s dorm we brave the frenzy of inco...ing freshmen, boxes, parents, a grandparent or two plus an assortment of siblings and welcoming upperclassmen, to reach Julian’s room with our own armfuls of stuff. José Luis, Julian’s roommate, is already there and unpacked. They’re pretty similar in build and appearance, and I know from their emails José Luis is a swimmer like Julian. He’s almost. Georgia began rubbing her vagina up and down, from the man's pelvis to his navel and back. She moaned as she semi-tribbed against his flesh. Soon, she crept down to the end of the bed, face level with his dick. She gripped it in her sharp-nailed fingers, and swiftly licked up and down his shaft. Georgia continued with this until it became slick, and she then enveloped his tip with her mouth, sucking on it and twirling it between her lips and tongue. With every moan from the man, another pang. He says ok, and then tells me I should unwrap my arm and see why it's all wrapped up like I had been in a fire or something. I suddenly notice the tingling in my right arm, and as he exits the room, I start unwinding the bandages from the arm. Once I got it off, I was stoked at what I saw. Seems I had got inked up last night, with a full 'sleeve', running from the back of my neck, all the way down to the back of my hand. That was a LOT of fucking ink, surprisingly more than a dude could have. His fingers dipped deep over my thigh, reaching down to the inside of my thigh. His fingers would stretch to trace his nails on my other thigh as my legs were close together. Trailing fire, he would slide his fingers up my thigh, using his nails to rake the skin softly. He would drive the fingers up past his head, just slightly under my skirt. Each time he did this, the material of my skirt bunched upwards, exposing more thigh for him to feel and caress. With each upward movement of his hand, I.