On the scale she was 5 maybe a 6, but she was in my number range. We could talk and talk, and I half joked with her that we could play around and no o...e would know about it. Ashley took my joke, and whispered in my ear, that a good fuck would make more sense then just playing around. I turned my head and looked right at her and thinking about it. Buzz, buzz and Ashley phone rang, then after she answered; she had to leave. “keep working and I'll be back later” Ashley said as she walked out. Ugh,. Her black flat shoes and her silky thigh high dark nylon stockings then her short black silk skirt with its silver belt. She loved the feel of her white silk sleeveless collarless front button blouse on her skin. Scandalously she had decided to come to work braless and panty less. She walked into her assigned ninth grade classroom and found one of the schools work men who had an air conditioner to install. Excuse me but could you help me with this. Of course what do you want me to do.I’m going. He pulled me closer as I moved forward he kissed me, then licked me as his hand cupped my balls my cock was engulfed by his mouth, he sucked and then his hand was wanking me as he ran his tongue over me, my hand behind his head as I was coming and coming fast, I groaned out as he slipped his finger into my anus, he prodded me hard as he pulled me off.Then seconds later I was coming, I cried out and he used his lips so expertly as I released my climax and shot my seed into his mouth, he. Also a dramatic arts major, a frequent party-goer that had a weird reputation around the women of the university. Almost every party-faring freshman girl at the university had some kind of story about him. When they told the stories, it was clear that every word out of their mouths was tainted with bitterness, and yet, every story involved them falling hopelessly for him and not ending at just ‘making out with him at that party’ or something. Oh no. It went far beyond that. Most of the.