Her mother made sure I was aware that Barb had to be in by 11, since she had to work an overnight at the hospital. I assured her that I would have Bar... home on time, and we took off for the local pizzeria. On the way she had me stop while she struggled to remove her bra without taking off her blouse, a feat of engineering that I couldn’t quite figure out until she pulled it out from her armpit and stuffed in her purse. With one hand on the gearshift knob and the other on the wheel, all I could. So there I stood, sipping my ten ounces of peppered vodka and listening to two college seniors discussing the relative merits of deconstructionist theory, when I noticed the woman who was standing next to me. I had to look down a bit. She was only five feet five inches tall. Her hair was reddish, but not like mine; hers was a darker, more burgundy-ish color. Cut short, it was only slightly longer than the ROTC students I'd seen marching around campus. Her skin was pale, but darker than my own. I wanted to save it for my mom but my wife had other ideas, she reached behind her and started to play with it through my boxers, then pulled it through the slit in the front and continued to get me harder with each stroke. My hands traveled from her stomach to her breast, kneading each breast I heard her breathing get more labored. She then turned to face me kissing me deeply. I pulled up her night gown and ran my hands over her body. Each time passing her hip I would pull a little on her. I made a mental note to talk to Anala about it on Thursday, and soon fell asleep.Sunday was a typical day, including my call to Karin, time with Kathy and Kurt and a few others in the morning, and our afternoon philosophy discussion. I was somewhat distracted by all the things that were running through my mind and mostly listened, rather than participated. For dinner, I made pizza for my housemates, and then went to the ‘Indian’ room to relax and read. About twenty minutes later, Cindi came.