I would sunbathe naked for a few hours after gardening, not that I will tell him that. :)He bitched at me for ruining his White Cumberland Rosemary,...and then had me help him inside. His house was just as tidy as he kept the yard and garden. It looked really cozy. I was surprised. I helped him undress and get into bed. Jimmy (what he want's me to call him from now on) has a soldier's body. Pure muscle. This is going to be difficult. He may be the only person in town that hasn't heard about me. ”“I…um…I was just wondering. Do you…do you want to…”“Want to what?”He chuckled as a smile grew across his face.“…be…um….group mates for the class activity?”“Sure, thanks a lot.”“F…for what?”“You’re one of the smartest guys in this class. I was kinda hoping to ask to join your group, but I wouldn’t dare talk to a Dean’s Lister.”“I don’t bite, you know.”I managed a nervous smile as he laughed.“Glad to know that. I’m Michael, but call me Mico”“I’m Sam. Um…I’ll talk to you later…I got to. I bit her lips and groped her ass while smooching her.She was now on cloud 9 and said Fuck me darling, but I wanted to make her feel so I asked her to keep calm. Then I took her top and pulled it out. I took her hairs and threw her on the bed.I went on top and kissed the valley made by her boobs. I kissed her neck, her ears and whispered, you are a perfect slut, She smiled and said yes I am.I then groped her boobs and she kept moaning heavily and sometimes cried with pain as I pinched her. Everyone there was of college age or older. I was older because I had taken 4 years off to serve in the Navy. Debora was tiny. Only about 5 feet tall, with long wavy black hair that glistened as if it was oiled. She usually wore counter-culture clothing that fit her style. Her hair was often tied up with a scarf and her blouses and skirts were made in India. She wore sandals and smelled of patchouli. I liked her. But we had never really talked. I was usually busy serving coffee and tea. I did.