It was like a, ‘you dare to say that to me?’ expression. “I just saved your ass,” he told me.“How?!” I asked.“No saying ‘ass’ in the...kitchen,” Mother barked, not looking at him. Kevin looked back at her, then me, then motioned with his head towards our room and walked off. I quickly finished setting the table, then followed him.As soon as I was in, Kevin shut the door, and shoved his finger in my face. “Are you trying to get expelled?” he asked with a seriousness I didn’t know he had in him.I. Can't complain about living in a co-ed dorm, even if the building itself doesn't look that great. You doubt you're going to notice the building all that much while you're here. You move down that hall, looking for your room, passing other guys and girls carrying bags, stereos, TV's and computers up and down the hall to their rooms. You stop in front of 503, the number boldly proclaimed above the door. And if that wasn't enough, there are two cards taped to the door reading, John Doe, and David. They felt so warm and it gave me a hot feeling. I remembered feeling him when he was little, and getting hot over feeling them then. Now he was 18, and firm as I felt his butt crack up and down. I could feel the pulse of his dick in me. I was so hot now I shook. My hands wouldn’t stay still feeling his body. He started sucking and squeezing my tits so hot. He took my legs and put them up on his shoulders gently. He scooted close into me, as his dick went all the way in with each stroke.I felt. She was in a thin light blue nightgown. As she lay next to me, she said she was lonely and could not sleep. She said needed a man to hold her (my dad had passed away 7 months earlier). I could smell alcohol on her breath. I was embarrassed and asked her to leave a couple of times but she kept saying please just hold me. Laying next to me she started to rub her hand over my chest, working her hand lower. I just laid there nervous and anxious wondering what to do. I stopped breathing when her.