Stacy’s family and mine had been neighbors since I was born and growing up we’d naturally done everything together. Our parents enrolled us into t...e same schools, extracurriculars and sports activities.We’d grown up in a small town in the suburbs and never had the chance to eacape the watchful eyes of our parents. So, when college application time came We were determined to go as far away from home as possible, while still being close enough to not cause worry. Dorming here was perfectStacy dad. (Donations are so the girls won't get in trouble for solicitation.) My cock throbbed as I read the ad and before I knew it I was dialing the number.As the phone rang I had a strange feeling that I knew this woman. But, I blew it off, because I knew I didn't know any one this bold, as the message said, in a seductive voice. I'm sorry that I missed your call. But, if you leave your name and number, I'll get back to you soon. Hehehe- giggled the voice after the message. Wow, she giggles like my. The fact that Angelica had therun of most of the West wing where we lived made her the envy of theother children. The only downside was that the west wing was beingturned into a children's playground by Angelica and her friends, UncleReggie indulged Angelica too much.Fortunately our apartments were well isolated right at the far end ofthe wing so the main victim of his own indulgences was Uncle Reggiehimself. He still lived at the central end of the west wing close to themain entrance where. She just looked at me and cocked her head. I looked down for a second, embarrassed at the whole thing: my stupidity by challenging one of the most basic laws of nature, spitting into the wind! Embarrassed for having walked ten blocks or more with a blood-smeared face. And embarrassed for crying, and admitting to a stranger that I craved to be touched. I felt as if I were naked, exposed, and it was uncomfortable and wanted it to end. ‘Listen, I can’t thank you enough. I’m sure you have to go to.