I had no idea what would happen, if anything. But, I was feeling more excited and nervous as we got closer. I was also already feeling the moistness o... my bikini bottom. Mr. Wheeler was friendly and agreed that we could stay and wait for Charlotte. He was keeping himself busy around the pool, cleaning and doing small gardening and DIY jobs. He seemed to be oblivious to the fact that neither of us could keep our eyes off his trained body and black speedo. Lolita, or Lola as everyone calls her,. It's mid-morning. I'm hot and sweaty. It figures the air conditioner doesn'twork right now. I strip down to my underwear. My skin seems a lot moresensitive now, and I'm shedding body hair like I've experienced chemotherapy.Which I haven't, by the way. My scalp itches, but my hair isn't falling outthere. Not yet, anyway.Now it's hard to see while I type this. No, I'm not going blind. It's myhair. It's longer now, and it's darkened. I used to have ice blond hair. Notanymore. I watched in the. Maybe it was her half smile whenever the professor cracked a lame joke, maybe it was how when she glanced at my screen, I instinctively looked away for fear that she had seen me. There were a billion maybes going through my head and that was enough to blind me to the fact that class had ended and people were shuffling out. Someone pushed my chair by mistake and I snapped out of my mental DDOS attack. I quickly shut my laptop and packed it into my bag and left. My next class was an hour away and. I knew I could come from giving him head so I worked his shaft back and forth. I was right there on the edge when he pulled from my lips with a "pop." I whimpered again but identified him correctly. He slapped my tits for the three stroke punishment I had incurred for wanting him in my mouth.The game went on until I had fucked almost every cock in the crowd. If my count was right there should be two left. When I was carried to the next cock and it sank into my sopping wet cunt, the other cock.