He kept quiet, looking back at me, and laughed. "I think you are right,"he said. "You know her better than I do." He slapped me on the back andordered...another round of drinks. We talked and laughed for a long time,becoming good friends in a short time.At various times he would get onto his small computer, log in to SecondLife and look for mesages from Cindy Seranade. Then at one time he seemedto be reading old conversations that he had saved. "I knew it!" he laughedand then without saying a. It’s an interesting story to tell at parties, I guess. By the time each player has given their best impersonation of a racehorse down my throat, I feel like my body is 90% pee. I thought I had my eyes closed, but they’re not.“I can’t see...”“Yeah, piss toilets often complain about blindness after drinking too much piss. It’ll fix itself in a few hours. Now, listen to me. This bathroom is where you’re going to spend most of your time this year. From 6 AM to 9 PM, you’re either in class or in. It was as if ever tug on her breast, whether by my mouth or fingers, pulled a magic pleasure string that was wrapped around her clitoris. My knee lodged against the opening of her vagina and she was soon grinding with urgency and hunger of a sex-starved nymph. I sucked and kneaded her breasts until I thought my own lips would fall off and then she moved up to the edge of the tub and grabbed my hand and thrust two of my fingers deep into her clenching pussy. With both of her hands wrapped. Hey, it works on dogs; why not on men? (Sorry, that one really was sexist.) Once the lines of communication were open during the act, it became easy to talk about it when we weren't doing it. Like over a nice breakfast of Eggs Benedict, for instance.I found out that Geoff loves me in short little skirts that flip in the breeze. I know what you're thinking: all guys like girls in short little skirts that flip in the breeze, right? But Geoff isn't watching me when I'm wearing a little skirt, he's.