" We're in the stacks, Johnnie! People fuck back here all the time." People don't have sex back here. They come here -" They come, all right." - to st...dy." Honestly, Johnnie, I don't see how you can carry a four-oh in mechanical engineering and still be so stupid. We've been here every night for at least six weeks, and nobody's even stuck their head in this little cubicle. We could have fucked hundreds of times by now." Somebody would see us. And stop saying 'fuck.' It's un-ladylike. We're not. He has emphasized that he will pay particular attention to both of you. In fact, some of the defensive players have came right out and said, they will be looking for you. Any comment?” she asked, trying to get a reaction from me.“Well I can’t speak for Scott Douglas, but I’m almost six foot seven, two hundred sixty five pounds. They won’t have to look hard to find me.” I replied.“Everyone is pointing to the matchup between you and Greg Jackson, the very talented free safety from Green Bay. He’s. A perfect pussy, perfect boobs. I watched her for only about a minute and my dick had gotten hard. She was rubbing her boobs and her pussy was wet. I think she was also very horny. She started fingering her pussy and I could hear her moan.She sat down with the shower on the bathroom floor and fingered herself more and more. Her moans were getting louder. I ejaculated and quickly cleaned it up and ran away.She came out of the shower wearing a grey miniskirt and a small sized shirt. I could see. " What a shame! That afro of his was glorious, but I suppose old age comesto everyone. Well, *almost* everyone."One of her servants arrived with a bottle of wine and two fresh glasseson a tray."Il tuo vino, contessa," he said, before uncorking the bottle, fillingthe two glasses, and presenting them to us."Grazie, Vincienzo," she said.He gave a little bow, then departed."'Contessa'", I chuckled. "That still gets me." I always did have a soft spot for a title. It's why so many of myhusbands down.