I could have run away at that stage. Maybe I should have done. But maybe I was worried she might call out. Also, she didn't know me, I didn't know her... what did I have to lose? Emboldened by my anonymity, I decided to answer her instead. I explained I was not gay - far from it. I explained that the clothes made me feel very sexy - didn't she feel sexy when she dressed sexily. She thought about this, her brow furrowing prettily under her mop of dark curly hair. She nodded. She was now standing. I expected sex what i did not expect was a good fucking like that she was a pro when she bent over thats all she wrote.Recovering i decided to take a shower when i heard a lil laugh , see i was in the bed contenplaton when that laugh that i keep hearing became louder "HOLY SHIT" she was in the bed laying with me the whole time reminising i had not got up to piss or any thing i simply opened my eyes and started to think she popped her head up from the covers and said great sex hun? I replied. Ten minutes later the limousine pulled into the drive in front of the college. Once it stopped, Oscar got out and held the door for everyone else making an exaggerated bow. Debbie looked around and said, “It is good be to home.”“Will you be spending the night here or at my place?” Georgia asked.Looking at the two women, Oscar wiggled his eyebrows in the manner of Groucho Marx. Moving his fingers as if he were flicking the ashes off a cigar, he said, “I’d like to spend it with you.”“That was a. .Four long hours later, Doug stood in front of a full-length mirror, surprisingly nervous. He had followed every instruction and let Jasmine do anything she wanted. The underwear felt weird; the bra with its inserts felt even weirder. She glued them to his chest so they would look ‘normal’, in her words. She swore they would come off with a little solvent made for the glue. She even showed him the bottle to prove that she had it when he demurred at first.Some of it was fun; they kept teasing.