”“OK, so you’re an idiot, too!” Trish grinned. “But you like the pseudo-libertarian Reagan, not the one who actually governed.”“True. Bu... what really worries me is the group after this one, the kids who are four to eight now. I see the kids Jesse plays hockey with and just shake my head. He does, too! They had a mini-tournament in December I couldn’t go to because of my head injury. His team didn’t do so well, but they got ‘participation’ medals. He refused to accept his and had a debate with. .my face turned bright red. I could feel her toes through the nylon, as she rubbed it up further and further. By the time she got over my knee, I was on the way to hyperventilating. I am pretty experienced--- nothing too excellent, but I had a normal history. And yet this soft rubbing of her foot against me, especially seeing her smiling innocent face right across from me, made me feel as if I had just taken a shot or two of everclear. "Heather...? Uh..." I wasn't at my most articulate."Shh...". Pierre placed his hand between her legs and eased his fingers to her clitoris and began to move his fingers down her clitoris. Yasmin groaned and was now moving to meet his touch. Pierre moved his fingers to spread her lips with one hand and used his other hand to trace his fingers firmly up and down her clitoris. Pierre inserted one finger into her wet vagina in and out and then circled her clitoris again. Yasmin was bearly holding on and didn’t want to come – yet.Yasmin wanted Pierre. Some liquid courage helped me feel prepared.We both lived on campus and it was a quick walk to his dorm. Once I got there, Sam opened the door and was excited to show me his room. It was small, just a bed, a flat-screen tv, and some musical instruments. I knew he was a good musician, I hoped he would be good with his tongue in other ways too.“So…what do you wanna do?” Sam asked nonchalantly, after giving me a thirty-second tour of his tiny place.“Hmm, whatever you want,” I tried to play it.