“Better?” I got back on and she came to me and I put an arm round her. Her body is miniature but impossibly perfect. Quite pale considering her me...ium-brown hair, which is naturally slightly wavy and just a few inches below her shoulders. Classically shaped, firm B-cups, and a thin but fairly dark bush were pressed into me as she returned the hug.“You haven’t been totally loyal,” she said, “but I understand why. But now you have to be. My parents won’t come and get me, unless I tell them. My cock jumped to attention. I sat back down.He looked at mine, then back at his own. “Not too bad,” he said. “Seven?”“Six and a half,” I said, “on a good day.”He reached over, and gently took my cock in his hand. “Is this a good day?” he asked.“It’s getting better,” I said and took his cock in my hand.We stroked each other for a minute or two. He said, “Do you suck cock?”“I never have,” I said, “but I’m willing to try it.” I leaned over and took the end of his cock between my lips. He let go. I’m acting like a teenager, not a grown woman. I should have made you wear a polo neck sweater and jeans, not boxer shorts and an open shirt!’ At that very moment my growing erection had pushed its way through the opening in the boxer shorts and put in an appearance. I said ‘I can only agree with you there.’ She laughed ‘I don’t believe you! You’re like the Duracell Bunny. I am flattered that I turn you on so much, and you turn me on just as much, but we can’t walk round joined at the groin for. I shook my head, and we beat a hasty retreat out of there. Maybe that other guy noticed me passing, or maybe he didn’t. It really didn’t matter.There were other men’s rooms around that may have been a bit busier, but they were also much larger. It was possible to get away with a lot if we used the last stall at the end. The one on the second floor of Wagner saw some action.Sometimes, if they were on the staff, the johns wanted to use one of the student newspaper offices in the evening. There.