She had light colored hair and it was pinned up - professional looking.She had a face like off of a fashion magazine. I remember thinking, andI thoug...t this way all the time with girls: "I wish I had the confidenceto go over and talk with that lady."But I did not have too. She saw me and came over. She said, "Freddy?Freddy Tasker?"I said, "Yeah".She was smiling at me. Like she knew me.Then I saw those eyes. They were beautiful eyes. But I guess when youplay ball you recognize people by. “You could go to medical school, graduate, and still not get to be a doctor?”“Yes, and that is why Mike and I are so obsessed with doing everything perfectly.”“Wow. I thought it was like Jocelyn’s situation - if she graduates from law school and passes the bar, she’s a lawyer and can practice law. No wonder you guys are so fanatical!”“Exactly,” I confirmed.We finished breakfast, and after going to the dorm to retrieve our books, Clarissa and I headed to our Abnormal Psych class. The professor. I reached under the table and she was soaking her short black dress and was fucking wet. I fingered her a minute or two, until she was squirming and ready to cum, then I stopped. When we left, she had a wet spot on the back of her dress, as we left I sniffed her panties and handed them to the bus boy, a young college aged stud and said, "my wife's wet panties" and walked out. She was shocked and demanded to know "why did you give that boy my panties" I said, so he can jack off in them and. I had to put myself in the moment. How mean could I be? I moved away from her. Circled the bed. Her eyes followed my cock wherever I went. She licked her lips. Snarled. Now switched to belittling me. Trying to get me angry."Well fuck you. I don't want your little pecker anyway. I've had much better. That may be good enough for Mel, but I need a real man. I'll wait until I can get a stud to fuck me right. I wouldn't even feel that little thing. Who needs you little Timmy."Oh she was good. I was.