It was one of those you get at a roadside attraction. The clock was on a laminated piece of wood. Daisy had gotten it for him. We agreed that would be...our official Olympic Breast Feeling time piece. When the second hand got up to 12, I said, "Go". And they were off and feeling. Kevin on my left jumped into the lead early by gently pinching my nipple through the soft white cotton fabric. Meanwhile Dickie was doing a palm move, using both hands to feel my right tit. His fingers then located the. What could she do about it? It might be awkward to run into her on campus after that, but so what? Maybe she was on a similar line of thought, because she interrupted my reverie, “You really aren’t surprised to find that I'm so kinky?” “Not really. I should have told you this: I’ve done this kind of thing before, I mean spanking games – sometimes with the girl as the bottom.” I hoped that somehow reassured her. She tried to make light of it, “Oh wow, how did we find each other?” You found me,. Mike was laying behind me. We barely paid attention as Jamaal got dressed to leave. He was going on about what a wonderful time he’d had with the married blond pussy with the big white ass and her cuckboy hubby, and almost pleading that we call him again real soon. I vaguely recall waving and saying goodbye. We were alone now. Mike snuggled up behind me. “Damn, are you hot.” You came so hard I thought you were going to pass out,” he laughed, pulling me back against his chest. My mind was still. Issabella smiled, her face covered with my juice, crawled up on top of me and kissed me tenderly as we hugged each other and finally as we came to our senses, hearing the whops of the others made us very aware of where we were. Even though I was bottomless and shirt and sweater barely covering my boobs, with fellow students not wasting the opportunity to take pictures of Issabella on top of me, I was happy to stay there as long as we could. It wasn’t long before a few people came up to talk to.