"They'd proposition her, ogle her, come on to her, and do everything else they could to try to get in her pants" I said from experience. What middle-a...ed man ever met a hot college girl he did not want to bang?"Of course they would. It's why they leave her 30 and 40% tips. They want to ask her if they can nuzzle her tits, but they won't, so they pay her instead. Well, good for her. And good for me, since that was how I first started Yvette thinking about sex with me. You see, she had just. Somehow she thought her grandpa could do whatever she needed as she clenched again and again with rippling muscles around the swollen plug. She needed my flow as much as I did. “Let’s go to bed Brandy,” I whispered as my lips pressed to her neck and then nibbled tauntingly to lovingly beckon her to my wish. She rose from my lap and allowed my coated shaft to splat against my abs. Holding out her hands she helped me to rise from the chair and led the way to the bed room walking backwards down. I didn’t quite know what to do or say. Luckily he knew that I was new to this whole thing. He had a mixture of Crystal Method and Lords of Acid playing in his CD changer. He knew I liked to get off to this music because I had told him through email. I thought that set the tone perfectly. I remember this feeling of intense eagerness in my stomach. It was relatively the same feeling as when you start to descend from the top of a rollercoaster. It wasn’t a feeling of nervousness, it was a feeling. I kept kissing and licking, but moved a rough hand down the front of her panties, a probing finger exploring the folds of her womanhood. One finger, then another, parting her labia as her clit swelled and the familiar slickness became more apparent.As she became more plainly aroused, I pushed her back fully onto the bed. I kissed down her body until I arrived at her panties. I could have taken them off, but I was impatient. I moved them to one side and spread her feminine folds with one hand.