Instinctually I brought my hand up to cup the back of her head. She softly moaned into me and we both forgot about the movie that played on in the bac...ground. As we continued, the intensity grew, I was doing my best and gently kissing her, her tongue and mine briefly touched as our lips parted. She sighed with pleasure and pushed further into my mouth. I reciprocated as her body softened and her sigh grew into another soft moan. I could not deny there was something growing below my waistline. She was aloof, dated neither men nor women, might well have been a virgin. Her interest in life was psychology, rat psychology. She had access to hundreds of rats, who spent their lives running mazes, being conditioned by shocks and rewards, and otherwise doing things that fascinate rat psychologists but bore most other people. How could I get close to Clara Haber PhD? We should apply for a grant to do research together, cats and rats. She was agreeable, but how do we get some government. "Relax sis," she said as she kneaded the other girl's breasts until her nipples popped erect under her manipulations. "Your cherry's gone, the pain's gone, and pretty soon all you're going to feel is the pleasure of Kenny's cock sliding in and out of your fuck tunnel until he shoots you so full of baby juice he'll knock you up in one shot." You think so?" Dannie asked weakly as she started rotating her hips, the pain from her torn hymen was still there, but her fuck tunnel was so full of cock. Stacey would smile at even those guys who would openly shame her assets aloud. I never ever got a chance to as much as say a “Hi!” to her. And then came my golden opportunity. “Ms.Fashionista” contest was to be held at our Univ, and I knew that Stacey would definitely go for this title! I literally ran to the registration desk, just to see that some 15 guys had already beat me at the race. Nevertheless I stood in queue to volunteer for this contest. When my turn came up, the spot which I had.