Touching a girl’s waist when surrounded by people was giving me an awesome feeling. I spent more time wiping on my colleague’s waist than while wi...ing the sweat off her face! She became aware that I was enjoying her beauty by touching her waist. She smiled and ignored what I was doing. I was slowly getting a boner in my pant.Finally, it was time to announce the prizes for the competition. We got the first prize for the clay model (actually she did all the work, I was just the helper!) But we. .I....." I closed the door. That did it. She quickly knocked, this time more loudly, and more urgently. I opened it. "Yes?....." She was really crying now. "Please...B..B...Brad, p...p...please...uh....um....please uh....." "PLease what bitch?" I asked loud enough to startle her. She looked around in terror fearing that someone would hear me and open their door to see what the fuss was all about. "Please fuck me," she hissed. "What?" I said again more loudly than was necessary. . I gave her pretty much everything I had for a good ten to fifteen minutes until I was dripping sweat from my forehead all over her awesome tits, our eyes met throughout the sordid session and at one point I remember even thinking that she looked fantastic with a face full of my sperm whilst she still took my dick in her hole.I knew I was getting close to coming and hoisted her legs further back towards her head at which point I had to jump up on the bed and shift in a position where I was. The part of me that wanted to go back to being Harley Scoville had lost the argument long ago. The most convincing argument was the morning wood we'd been waking up with the past couple of days. There was a function long and sorely missed!Both sides of the coin would gladly settle for knowing why this had happened, even if we never learned how. Both sides also wondered what the hell we were going to be doing with our life and wondered just how useless the skill set we brought with us from that.