"Eric," my heart soared it was Sandra! "I've decided to see you. You get this one chance, be in the mill brook park by 5:45 or we are finished!"She wa... very businesslike in her manner and maybe that should have rung some alarm bells but at that time I was too overjoyed to hear from her to care. I quickly agreed to her terms, the park was on the far edge of town quite a way away. It nearly five already I would have to move if I wanted to get there in time. I checked how I looked, tidying myself. She sucked so many cocks that day. Some of them were big and some were small. She made funny noises when they came down her mouth. She didn’t particularly like it, but she never gagged. The boys all thought she was amazing. She must have blown about twenty boys that afternoon.She seemed to really enjoy herself. She was like any other slut in a porn movie. She seemed to love giving blow jobs. She never took off her clothes. She wasn’t forced to do anything. She gave every boy on the football. We found we had a lot in common, we had the much same taste in music and films and I was delighted to find she also shared my interest in 19th century poetry, something that hard marked me out as a bit weird when I was still in school. I decided the more scholarly atmosphere agreed with me. We spent a lot of time together that first week though only during the daytime. Patricia had strictly contracted hours that she worked, and Kat certainly didn’t want to impose on her to go to the student. . "Aren't you gonna use the john dude ?" Ididn't answer. "Oh- Okay." She turned her back to me. "You might wanna step out side Leslie." Fuck no .. I was here first. Besides, what do you think I’m gonna do anyway?" "Its just that ... uh, screw it." I took that nagging piss. Forgot to piss on Bill's seat though. Leslie explained that she had been squatting in the bathroom to get away from a particularly annoying roommate who was trying to get into her pants. I told her my story. We talked and.