I can remember when he suggested it. I was dressed for sex, as I alwaysdid in those days, in a pale-coloured basque with fake tits in the cups,stocki...gs and suspenders and four-inch heels. I was kneeling in front ofDave with spunk on my lipstick where he'd just deposited his load on me.Normally at this stage he'd go back to his room and I'd clean up, strip offand get to my bed. But instead he just sat there, looking at me oddly.Then he said, "How would you like to sleep with me, in my bed?"I. Some of the other university girls had been encouraged to join in with Sandra and Laura’s naughty fun. The initiation had always taken place in the toilets, first getting the new girl to have a wee in one of the sinks before moving on to something more adventurous. Peeing over the floor was often next, then a three-way piss into the waste paper bin before moving on to standing pees over the toilet walls.Laura’s thoughts were lost in the pass. Her top was stained with sweat so in the end, she. Both of them stroked her bare body. Leon's hand cupped her cunt, squeezed it, and when he moved away, she felt the ticklish touch of Marita's fingers moving through her pussy-hair. From the corner of her eyes, she glanced at Marita's cunt, wondering what it would be like to feel a hairless pussy.There was no apparent game plan from that point onward. What happened, happened.Nicole stroked her finger along the wet crack of Marita's cunt, feeling the cunt-lips grow warmer and warmer, like sticks. I didn't find anyplace where they said anything derogatory about me. On the contrary there were several remarks made that indicated just the opposite. Lisa had commented on the great job I did putting in new kitchen cabinets and Don replied that he wished he were as handy as I was. It was a little odd. Here were two people that were cheating on me, but were not dumping on me in any way. I was confused.The CD's were another confusing story. There were no pornographic pictures. There were lots of.