" I replied getting to my feet."A pleasure to meet you." the woman smiled even wider "I am Caroline Fenner, but call me Caroline, you'll find we are a...l very informal here."Candy stifled a laugh which puzzled me, Mrs. Fenner, Caroline, looked at Candy in puzzlement, Candy whispered something and Caroline laughed."Candy tells me you don't know what we publish, is that right?" Caroline asked me."Well, yes." I replied defensively "The college made all the arrangements, but they didn't tell me. But I hadn’t had a girl’s or boy’s hand on my cock for ages. The pleasure of Hazel’s hand on my cock after months of solo masturbation was exquisite!I began to reciprocate. I’d had my hand up Hazel’s skirt on her legs, bum and cunt through her tights and panties. I tried to get my hand down inside her panties but her tights made it awkward so I asked her to take them off and she did. She was in white cotton panties which I’d already seen through her tan tights. As soon as her tights were off my. It's length was about half the size of the COCK, normal for a man, but it was skinny and the tip looked like a small grape. It was a simple thing to take down her throat. It tasted dirty and sweaty. He stank, but not of sweat. He stank of the thick cologne he used to hide his body odor and she could taste it on him as her lips kissed his pubes. She reached up and tickled his testicles, small little walnuts. They would hold little seed, but her body still craved it inside her. Jane bobbed her. I’ve fancied a ride in your car for some time now, as it happens…”As we ride in to town we chat and Cathy tells me a bit about herself. She’s from the wrong side of the tracks it would seem. Or her boyfriend certainly is, and after a variety of petty offences he’s now serving a short stretch in Her Majesty’s Prison. “Must get pretty lonely for you?” I inquire.“I don’t know. I’m not sure he’ll ever change, he’s just so immature. I haven’t met anyone yet, but if the right person were to come.