Mr. Piotrowski had decided on a color change. The house was now going to be a pale cream, with ice white trim, and dark reddish brown shutters. Scott ...hought it was going to be a very handsome house when they were finished.They painted for two days, and they were ahead of schedule when Scott had to report for his Thursday shift at Mendoza's. By the time he got back to Mr. Piotrowski's that afternoon the painters were finished.Bo was cleaning brushes out behind the house."You guys are finished. This dorm was nothing like the one, I was used to live in. It was more like a student center where about a dozen rooms were built for the exchange students only. The students of this college could visit the student center, the cafeteria, the library and the work places but they were allowed to go to the rooms only with a resident. I was new here and did not know anyone to take him or her to my room. After searching and finding a bathroom away from the rooms, near the administration block, I. Then you look up at the bus and through the rear window you can see a pretty blonde in a school uniform laughing. As you watch, she rises from her seat and leans over the seat in front, in all likelihood unaware of your presence at a vantage point to see up the back of her skirt to her thin pink panties snug against her toned ass and the mound of her vagina.You watch intently, stroking your already stiffening dick and imagining what you could do to that girl less than half your age. You have. Oh, how his hands cradled her hips against the wall of colors. Oh, how he moaned between her thighs until he blushed the color of her lips. Oh, how she fit over his hips, her throat in one hand and her heart in the other. She said his name. He fell sweetly, praising her, thanking her. And she took his forgiveness over and over again. He found her to be like a lazy Sunday morning gently parting ways with sleep. It was the day they woke up with legs entangled. Fingers intertwined. “Sundays.