I sighed at the public penetration and quick loss of it.The room was a suite. We entered into the living room type setting and an open door to the sid... indicated the bedroom beyond. It became a frenzy of activity in the room. Mr. Baldwin stepped further into the room to carefully lay my dress out of the way. The other three men threw off their jackets and were in the process of opening their pants. I knelt in front of them hungrily eyeing their fingers fumbling with belts, clasps, and zippers.. I stuck myself in, I could have said seven, quarter-to-seven. But no, I extended it to a full hour away. It's quarter-to-seven, trust me, I'd know. I've looked at the clock a rough twenty times in the last four minutes. "come on Jake, just think." "Sir, trust me, I've been trying" That's complete bullshit, I've been looking at the clock, as though my view of it would make time fly by faster. "I just can't think because of how late it is." "So you're saying to me, at quarter-to-seven, you've. "Not bad at all" and I turned, unlocked the door and left her standing there in the room. As I walked down the hall I figured that it was probably best that I get the hell out of there.As I headed for Managerial Econ on Monday I wondered what was in store for me. Not class wise, but from Miss Stewart. She was already there when I took my seat and she ignored me. Didn't even look my way once. At least not as far as I could tell. I did look at her though. And often. Short skirt leaving a lot of. Anyway, we went inside and kissed some more. Amy said she wanted to get a bit more comfortable, so she headed off to her bedroom. I sat on the couch in her living room and waited patiently for her to come back and continue our make-out session.Part of the reason I loved to make out with Amy was it took me back to my college days I suppose, making me feel far younger than how old I actually was. The other part was she was a great kisser too. Soft lips, and perfect hot little tongue. I loved it.