It worked, I guess.”“You guess?”“You still haven’t let me kiss you!”“Oh that! Really, you’re fixated on sex when we’re trying to fix...our relationship.”“If I remember correctly, girlfriend of mine, we talked better after we screwed ourselves silly.”“Is that all you want from me?”“No, it’s not. In fact, if you just want to be together today and not have sex, I’m fine with that.”“Of course you are. You fucked everything in sight for a week!”“I can see that really bothers you.”“Yes, it does. If we. M. we were still going strong, or wild I should say! A lot of the squares had left, but there were still about twelve of us left drinking, d**gging and having great fun. (Eight guys and four of us gals - odds that I really liked.) Someone had suggested a wet tee shirt contest and Sandy and I were in the process of wetting each other down with seltzer water. Since I hadn't bothered to wear any bra, my tits were very visible now that my white blouse was wet and clinging like a second skin to my. We switched positions a lot, with him guiding my practically incoherent body into whatever position he liked. He stuck it in my ass a few times and then in my mouth. It was the wildest sex I ever had. Way better than You. He grabbed my breasts a lot and squeezed them, grabbed my neck and rubbed my clit from behind as I moaned with pleasure. He was doing me from behind like this when he came, he squirted cum all over my ass. I told him to use a condom when we were. I want to make sure I fulfill any I can.”“You, too, honey.” The train—and another orgasm—finally rocked me to sleep.I had announced Romeo and Juliet as the Shakespeare for next season, so I was surprised twice right after freshman orientation. The first time was when Jon invited all the theatre faculty and their families to his house for a Labor Day cookout. While there, he informed us all that the schedule had been changed. First, we wouldn’t be working at ACT this year. Dan Richardson would.