Bob White’s lunch table was always full, with regulars and casuals filling in seats whenever they vacated.On any given evening, their home contained...from eight to twelve additional students, and among them there were visits from unattached boys and girls whose primary interest was hooking up with the unattached of the opposite gender. Dating someone from the study group wasn’t discouraged, but persistent, unwanted advances resulted in ejection and banning. Some came for one reason, and stayed. We kissed for a couple of minutes, and I could feel myself becoming wetter and wetter, the need becoming darker. I had to have this man. I ran my fingers around the band of his pants, from his sides towards the button on his jeans. Right where his button was, my hand hit something. I raised his shirt, and he was rock hard. He kind of gave me this look, like he was maybe embarrassed. I started rubbing the head of his penis with my thumb. I could tell he was getting more and more turned on. We. “Well sir” her lip started to quiver “I have been living the other side of the law. My parents kicked me out and my only option was to stay with Mark. He got involved a MC (motorcycle club) and I became his ‘old lady’ I have seen some things no one should ever have to see and I have done some things that make my stomach turn. I regret ever meeting him in most ways. All the same I am sad that he is gone, the way he went and that I never got to say goodbye. I still know right from wrong and I. “You need help with this zipper?”She nodded. He fingered the tab and pulled the slider slowly down all the way to her navel. He slid his hands under the shoulders of the suit and slipped them over her arms. The suit fell to the floor and she was naked except for a black thong. Willy started to unbutton his shirt.“You need help with this zipper?” Sharon said, putting her hand down there, feeling the pressure of his cock against the fabric of his pants. There was no need for an answer.He wore no.