I also love the sounds of hard sex. The slapping of skin when he started picking up the pace, the headboard slapping the wall, the sounds the man make... and he uses me for his pleasure, and finally the sounds I make. I surprise myself when I hear someone say fuck me harder and realize that I was the one that said it..Finally after being used for what seems forever I can tell he is getting ready to cum. He then tells me he is going to cum. I tell him to go for it. He slows down a bit and leans. But I could find a solace as the highest marks achieved in that semester were not high enough, due to poor sessional marks awarded to the entire Computer Science batch. The separate Computer Science & IT department was coming up, and it seemed that since the CS & IT students were under the Electronics department as of now, the screwed up mentors of that department treated us as orphans and met us with step motherly attitude in terms of sessional marks. The Electronics guys had gotten better. But that turned out to be no problem at all. I saw her again on Monday morning in the campus when she came over and asked about the CDs. At the time, I tried to play sophisticated by comparing the version I borrowed with the interpretation by another conductor. Gabby’s response was sincere and down-to-earth. She just liked the richly melodic music. And I suddenly felt ashamed for acting pompous. However, there was no sign of rebuke from her. At lunch, I went to the Student Union canteen. I. My question was answered by a microphone clicking into life, " Well good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our Friday afternoon entertainment at 'The King *****', firstly for your delactation, The Mysterious Ayshea!" For the first time I noticed a raised wooden stage backed by a red curtain just to the left of our seats. A harsh spotlight picked out a tall, slender, dark haired girl of about 25yo, wearing a veil over her face and a gold bikini which just about covered her modesty. " A.