"No silly but if you stand in the opening of the door none can see whats going on and its less obvious than my head going up and down in the window." ... She reached out and started to rub my cock through my workout pants, my cock responded by going to full mast instantly. "Cigarettes please" she said as she continued to rub my crotch. I handed her the pack as she pulled the front of my workout pants down releasing my thick, 10", super hard cock. "Wow, this is going to be a big challenge". He spoke to the remaining guy. "Hi there I am Jeremy I am your next doorneighbor," he said holding out his hand forward.The guy hesitated for a second and kind of stared at him for a fewseconds before even saying something. He then moved out of the apartmentand into the hallway. "Hi Jeremy I am Steve and the two others you sawwere Bob and Carl, we are all freshmen," he said as he wrapped his handaround Jeremy's and shook it.Though he was the older Jeremy looked younger than Steve, this. More towards the middle were those who simply expressed amazement at how much Lacey had changed. Most of them thought it was positive change.There was one major exception, that being Barbara Silverstein. Babs, as she insisted people call her, was unhappy with life generally, and when she saw Lacey at the mixer, found something to be unhappy about specifically. The general nature of her displeasure stemmed from having been married three times, and divorced three times as well. Men couldn’t seem. Jazzy could almost feel his hands on her and she wanted nothing more than to rub her clit and finger fuck herself until she came but she was in public in the back seat of a cab. I wonder if he is into my kink, as she stared at the back of his head. As if her hand had a mind of its own, it slid under her dress until she was palming her mound. She could feel the moistness gathering there on the thin covering of her thong. Pushing it aside, Jazzy slid one finger inside of her pussy, slowly moving.