It wasn't anything big, but it was achance to kick back, get a few drinks at the town's onlybar, and talk story some.We got into the bar and saw some ...ther people - evenif it was a Wednesday, it was still the Holidays, and Iguess people had the week off. I ordered a pitcher of beerand sat at a table in the back, scoping out the women inthe bar. Some real lookers, I thought, although I alreadyhad a girlfriend and was just looking. I felt for Seanthough, who had told me earlier he never been. She didn't engage him in any conversation, just sat smiling and giving his fingers a nice massage but enough to convince him that either she was desperate for affection, was a person released from one of the institutions for the mentally disturbed or had taken him for somebody else but until the penny dropped that he wasn't who she thought he was he may as well take advantage of what had been dropped into his lap, after all she did have a nice figure and he did like women who had large and. It was beautiful, her soft fingers rubbing wet circles against her smooth skin, her legs spread wide and cocked out, as if waiting for her ass-pussy to be filled. her back and hips rolling with the rhythm of her fingers, just imagining something, someone behind her.she didn't notice me, just rhythmically responding to the press of her fingers, so i said, "excuse me miss, do you need some help?"this elicited a shocked gasp from her, as she stood up. she didn't say anything so i stepped up and. I asked her what she was doing and she replied that she was just reading over her essay and that she did not remember writing certain parts of it. “Well you were up pretty late last night working on it,” I replied. She took this as the likely reason and nothing more was said on the matter for a couple of weeks. About three weeks later, I was sitting in our room reading when Kelly burst in, smiling widely, and held her essay out for me to see. “An A, my first one of the semester!” she happily.