If only there were more ladies like you out there," he said with a traceof wistfulness in his voice."Well, there aren't many like me around anymore," ...s. Lawrence repliedin good spirit."That's what I wanted to talk to you about! When's the last time yousaw a woman in the street or at the grocery or anywhere that wasn'twearing pants. Hummm? Dirty tennis shoes, torn jeans. They don't wearmakeup, no jewelry, they all have hairdos that look like unkempt mopsrinsed in dirty dish water and dried. You swirl your tongue around my nipple. I can hardly contain my moans. You lie on top of me now...hold my hands over my head, and passionately kiss my mouth, neck and breasts. I try to wiggle free from your grasp, but you tell me that you want to spend time more time on my breasts. You hungrily suck my breasts until I cry out. Finally, you allow me to take off your shirt and caress your body. I kiss your neck and nibble on your nipples. We begin to shed the rest of our cloths and finally are. That Mr Hotter apparently didn’t have the hots for Mrs Hotter seemed peculiar. As I’ve already intimated, more than a few jokes did the rounds based on her name and the fact that she was the curviest mum on the block. Not that I could see her curves now, since she still had her coat done up. But I was paying attention to her long, blonde hair, bright blue, sorrow-tinged eyes, and rose red lips.Before I knew it, I was saying, “I find that hard to believe, Mrs Hotter.” Then I hoped she didn’t. "Hi, I'm Holly." She said with a smile. "I'm Jake." I replied. We did some small talk and I was giving her some advice about the school since it was her first year in college. I asked about where she was staying on campus. "Oh I'm staying in a dorm on east campus." "Has your roommate moved in?" I asked. "No she bailed on me." Ok so now is the time that I get my gears going; hot freshman, a room to herself, and not shy...hmmm. I volunteered to walk her back to her dorm since it was late..