Anyways, as faith be, we had a tuff time finding a place to park our asses, and every passing day dug a hole in our pockets as we were staying in a ho...el till then.Well, I then started discussing it with my classmates and we finally got a volunteer. So there was this Indian guy – Neil, son of an extremely rich industrialist in India offered us that we both could stay with him till we found an accommodation. We asked if his landlord would object, to which he replied that his dad had a 3 bedroom. .. I've been reading these poems I found in an old book. I was wondering if you had any more?" Well, we don't have much poetry yet, who were they by?" I'm not real sure. They were real old. I think there was a woman named Sappho (she said it sap-ho) or something."The librarian looked at her a bit stunned but recovered quickly."I think you might mean Sappho the lyrical poetess of Lesbos." she said."Yeah, that sounds like it." Well, I'm afraid that we don't have much by her. Probably what you. . and... I didn't know you weren't right behind me, Brad. I swear I didn't, honey." How could I have been right behind you, Ashley?" Brad asked. He sounded curious."What?" Ashley replied. "I... well... I just thought you were." Did you... oh... I don't know... did you reach out to take my hand and pull me close so I'd be right there?" Brad asked, blowing gently on his coffee. Ashley shook her head miserably."Hmmmmmm... strange," Brad commented quietly. "Well... heck... did you figure out I. " Now it was clear. He locked to door so I couldblow him. I looked at him and figured I had no choice. I reached for hispants and he told me to bend over the table. He didn't want a blowjob,he wanted to fuck me. I hadn't done this before and now I was verynervous. The paper gown came right off as I felt him lube up my crackand slide his finger in my ass. It felt slippery and slimy as he workedit around. My dick stirred a bit as he inserted another finger, and thenanother. He seemed satisfied.