Jean-Woodward had settled into the routine of life at the Sorbonne within a few days of the start of the term. He continued to lodge with his Aunt Chl...e and Uncle Armand, and had but a fifteen-minute walk to the university.He soon made friends with another new arrival, Alfred de Musset, who made quite an impression on Chloe when Jean-Woodrow introduced Albert to us. She invited Alfred to stay at the Garibaldi apartment, there being several spare bedrooms, and frequent absences of both Armand. It was a cool late spring evening and Jared slipped into some no-tie canvas shoes he kept by the door for just this type of quick errand where bare feet wouldn't do. He left the lights on and slipped through the mud room into the garage activating the opener. By the time he got to the security shack at the top of the block the garage door was re-closed and his place secure. The guard paid little attention to cars leaving and little more to those going in. Residents and regular visitors usually. Tom knew like every other midshipman who Tracy Parker was. Daughter of Admiral Parker, Navy brat, she'd been in the top 5 of her class every year at the Academy. Her talents were in history and tactics (that was good for the War College), languages (for overseas postings), and she was athletically inclined: field hockey, basketball, track, swimming. Like Tom, every midshipman knew that in their junior year, while on the summer tour, she'd saved 3 crewmen's lives when the cutter she was assigned. Down all the way, along the smooth legs. I kiss her feet. They are a little big, but very cute, very sexy. Then up the legs, which are so smooth. Behind the knees, inside the thighs, up the panties. Bright, pink panties. The panties had a bulge.I look up to see her looking at me. Both angry and embarrassed. I felt bad.. I had to at least see what this was, I mean was it?It was. I pulled down, and out flopped a meaty dick. Looked like a dude's dick, except it was so smooth. Even her.