If she didn't affirmatively push me away, my intention was to push on.But the next time I saw Shirley wasn't really the "next time" we'd be together a...d alone. She dropped by my house, early-early on the first day of the semester.When I answered the door, I momentarily didn't recognize her. She was dressed in Standard Coed Outfit Type A. Only -- her beautiful blonde hair was now a medium-dark brown. It was shining and lustrous, and the coloring job had been professionally done. My gorgeous,. Seema was standing without gin or a cigarette in hand. And the television was off. “I’m going out tonight,” she muttered. “pallvi and I am gong to the bar.”“So you’ll be soused elsewhere tonight,” I mumbled. “At least you’re making some progress.”She left at about six, and I decided to take a nap. When I woke up, I heard muffled sounds. I moved around in my bed thinking that they were mental until they got clearer. Soon I realized what they were – they were moans. I was hearing Season moaning. “Well Mister” said Brigit. “Gisela and I have decided to deal with this matter ourselves rather that refer it to Prof Jenkins” This was a relief in a certain way as I knew Prof Jenkins doesn’t take to kindly to coming late and was famous for punishing students for what I did. “We hope you will learn a lesson and re-assess your attitude towards your tutors and this lab.” While Brigit was lecturing me on my attitude, I saw Gisela locking the door and drawing the. Her eyelids drooped into a slow blink.I locked eyes with her, straining not to gawk at her tits. Proudly displayed, it seemed."I like 'em too, Gabby. You don't have to flash me." Will if I want to." She started tugging her sweater out of her waistband. When it was free, she crossed her arms and lifted up and over her head in one quick motion. She must have heard my sharp intake of breath for she chuckled through her sweater. Her nipples were bright pink puffs on pear shaped breasts. I couldn't.