After looking me up and down he replied, "Of course sir, there's the pool bar which is open until 9pm, the Terrace Bar which is open until 2am and the...Piano Bar which is open until 4am. Shorts are allowed anytime in the first two but in the Piano Bar it's 'Planters' after 7pm"."Planters?", I asked."Shoes, long trousers, long sleeved shirt and a tie"."Oh, right, well the Terrace Bar sounds fine". I followed his directions and found myself in a light airy room with a pleasant terrace overlooking. "My turn!" insisted Ashley.Ashley wanted to grip my prick too. But She didn't want my hand under her shirt. Rather, perhaps because her hand was in my pants, she wanted my hand in her pants too.Which is how a new tradition was born.From that night on, whenever one showed up to do homework at my house ... the other did not.They didn't come every night. Rather, I had a girl in my house a couple of times a week, who dutifully did her homework before seeking an orgasm in my arms.To be fair, they. Much to my dismay, however, my self-seclusion proved abrasive toward the small, family-like atmosphere of my graduate student cohort. Soon, conflict was at hand and I had several private meetings with my professors where my reclusive behavior was called into question. One professor of mine postulated that the graduate program was not the right fit for me, as he noticed that I was rather asocial in regard to the homely women. Another professor encouraged me to demonstrate more respect toward the. She started to pull off my pajama shorts while she explained I hadn’t peeped myself like I thought. She said our pussies get wet with cum when something makes us excited and feels good that involves our pussies, buttholes, and boobs. Lea also explained to me what masturbating was. Now that Lea presented this opportunity to me I was was going to take full advantage of it. I was shaking on the inside with excitement, but tried to act as if I was cool and calm. I asked Lea, “Will you show me all.