Clothes were never a big deal for her. Sitting in class later that day, she found herself noticing how the waistband of her jeans pressed into her hip... rather than listening to whatever passage the professor was reading out loud. Reema shifted in her seat several times, enough to cause some students beside her to look over. ‘They must wonder what the heck I’m doing,’ she thought. When Cassie treated her to a ‘meal card’ dinner later that night, Reema mentioned the anecdote. ‘It felt weird,’. ”She walked out in a ghastly orange t-shirt that I was going to throw out anyway. But I didn’t say a word and just walked out of the kitchen. She walked out to the balcony. I thought now would be a good time to pour her a drink or two and just loosen her up a little. so I walked out to the balcony with my whiskey cart and started pouring her a drink, and me. I walked up to her, tapped her on the shoulder and offered her the drink.“Right now?”“Yeah.”She grabbed the glass, after which I lit a. I saw the same man sitting very close to me with his hand over my back over the backrest of the seat. That strong smell was very perplexing and attractive. He smiled and came closer and started playing his hand over my back and shoulder. I was completely dumb-struck. I was not able to go away. There was no one nearby. He practically fell on me and embraced me tightly. I felt all my strength had given away; I was not able to resist. He started caressing over the back of my neck by playing with. She took his hand and pushed it into the hole in her nylons. "That's it, yes, oh yes, if you are as good with your cock as you are with your hands and tongue, I don't think I will be able to handle it." He reached down and unzipped his pants and then leaned forward and yanked her pantyhose to the floor and pressed her back onto the kitchen table. She hopped up and spread her legs resting one foot on two different chairs. When she saw how thick and big his cock was she purred, "Oh, well I guess.