Her name was Zoe, and she put the make on me, leaning close with the papers, and grazing my fingers. ‘Zoe, you mustn’t distract me from this test....Karen says she will beat me if I don’t get a perfect score.’ ‘Oh Theo, I’m sorry. I was just getting a little carried away. You know, there are a lot of stories around about how smart you are, and how many girls are in your bed.’ She kissed my cheek and said in her best sultry voice, ‘If you need some company, I just broke up with my boyfriend.’. We’ve got glammed up and managed to get into Amika in High Street Kensington. We’ve danced around and I’ve flirted outrageously with the guy behind the bar and blagged free shots off him, so we’re well wobbly by the time it’s time to leave.There are no taxis around, and in any case it’s not far to walk to my room in the student block so we start walking down towards the IC buildings just off Exhibition Road.We’re walking past the Royal Albert Hall when you start giggling.“I need to pee,. Didn’t make a move to work on the toy. Well, the bra got unhooked and tossed aside, and her arms returned to her sides. Her tits were like Chelsea Handler’s, huge with fairly small nipples. A breeze came through the window and the nubs got hard. Her face stayed pretty blank the whole time, like it was no big deal for a married woman to let a strange man stare at her bare tits. Yeah, it really didn’t happen in those days, at least not much. I whistled and said: ‘Stay like that and I’ll see what. “How’s that toast coming, Riff?”“Got two slices done,” he replied from his position near the makeshift toaster that Gath had made out of parts from an old towel warmer.“Put lots of butter on mine,” Sax told him.“Put your own torkin’ butter on,” Riff said indignantly.“Put my own butter on?” Sax returned. “What kind of torkin’ place you running here, anyway, groundie?”Gath chuckled as he carefully flipped the omelet over to let it cook on the other side. When the cheese was melted to his.