She was always a really sensible girl. Lower middle class, but a hard worker. No extracurricular stuff or anything, and she always had her nose buried...in a book. I loved that! Sensible clothes, sensible shoes, glasses, quiet and polite with the teachers and not really shy, but she didn’t smile too much in school or anything. And she always wore her blue coat all day long in school. That’s important to the story, actually. One year she got special permission to take eight classes a day with no. Jerry told me he would have her wear something sexy on the course so we would enjoy ourselves. He was the perfect person to choose her wardrobe since he wanted to show her off so badly.Leslie was wearing short shorts and a thin tank top with spaghetti straps. And the most important item was what she did not wear, which was a bra. Her amazing tits were on display for us underneath that thin cotton top. Her nipples stood out like pencil erasers in the air-conditioned clubhouse.We had time to kill. Her moans spurs him on, he turns her around to face him. He feels her hands slide down his chest, slowly, and if he didn’t know better, lovingly. It was if she was trying to memorize every detail of his body. As he felt her touch moving lower, he reached up and released her hair from their confines. Her long golden hair spilled down her back, he wrapped his fingers in it, gripping her firmly yet gently and pulled her into a deep kiss. Their lips pressing together, his tongue darts into her. He never did. Instead, I would hop into the shower and empty my load down the drain. Feeling some relief, I'd quickly get dressed and head to class.Brandon and I were on different class schedules so we saw little of each other during the day. Most of the time, I would use the time that he was away at class for doing homework. However, there were days when I wanted to have a little fun. With just a few clicks, my computer transformed into a pornographic parade of men sucking and fucking.