The weekend was quiet. I had the usual chores to do, I was glad it had started to cool down. It wasn’t the Midwest fall that I loved, but it would d....I had gotten the framework of how to do my paper worked out, so I showed up early for school on Monday to go to the library to get some research done. Setting out my supplies, I went to find some books. Hopefully not all of the ones I needed would be in the reference section and I would be able to check the out. If not, I’d have to get up extra. "Could you fuck my ass crack, don't go inside me. I don't think I want that. Just rub it up and down me," he asked. Geoff complied, and started to hump the bubble butt around his hard penis. He needed some lube so jumped out of bed, grabbed a tube from his bag and was back in seconds. He applied lube to the underside of his cock and continued the humping. It felt good. Really good. Jackson lifted his top leg and reached between and under himself to grasp and bend Geoff's cock to a position. I made him strip down to his boxers. Ha, you could barely even see his erection through them! Well, I didn’t see it for a while, so I tried extra hard to be a bad girl and help the little guy out. I put on a nice, sexy song and danced for him.I started working down lower, holding the base of his cock to keep it steady as I relaxed and took more and more into my throat.Pulling off I looked at him in the eyes again. My eyes had teared up a little from having him poke me in the throat and I left. This at a supposedly liberal Catholic institution. Once I turned eighteen, I left Winnipeg, vowing never to return except for holidays and family reunions. In the City of Ottawa, I experienced a realm of diversity I had never before experienced. I saw so many people from places like the Arab world, Africa, the Caribbean, south Asian nations and Latin America. Carleton University’s hallways teemed with students of all shades. It was like being at the United Nations or something. I liked it.