We drove along the ECR. It was around midnight and I can see her coming back to her old self. I was happy that I was there for her. Then she asked me ...o stop the car. I told her that it’s not safe at these hours. But she was adamant and I did.She: You are sweet.Me: Thanks.She: (Holding my hand) Thanks for being there for me.I was blushing like an idiot.She: Why are blushing every time you see me?Me: So you noticed?She: Everybody would have noticed.Me: I have never had such a cute company. Michelle seemed to bounce back from romantic setbacks and found a freshman love affair with someone named Hank. Judy had strongly disliked him; he often went far beyond confidence into utter arrogance. His treatment of Judy ran from disagreeable to rude. He took to nicknaming her “Pudding,” which seemed to be a reference to her plumpness. At one drunken party he said to her, “Hey Judy, I bet your pussy tastes like butterscotch pudding. You know, all creamy on the inside and, I don’t know,. I was in a perfect position now to service Gary. My elbows were in the crooks of his knees and holding them back as I gently manipulated his ball sack with my left hand. My right hand was steadily pumping two fingers in and out of his ass while I was working him deep down my throat.I could tell that he was as close to cumming as I was. The new cock sliding in and out of me was rubbing all the right spots. I didn’t want to cum before Gary, so I stepped up the speed of my manipulations to his ass. In a very short time I had the place figured to a T. I knew exactly which girls I could take home that night and exactly what I had to say to seal the deal. Scanning the room I was weighing my options. The blond girl in the corner sipping her drink, she was five words away from slipping her tongue down my throat. The two very tan girls dancing with each other, well it wouldn't take me much to take them back to my place for a wild threesome. Then I saw her, sitting at the end of the bar by.