Tallish, maybe around 6ft……well built, but not fat. Strong arms, broad shoulders, clean shaven and short, almost cropped hair. Very hunky I though...!!As we tucked into a second drink, I plucked up the courage [the booze!] to ask what he meant by ‘attractive’.He looked at me briefly before answering….‘Well, you are. Pretty face, nice figure. Curves in all the right places. Very attractive.’‘Curves?’ I asked in a slightly flirty way.‘ Yes, curves’ he echoed as he seemed to study my figure, before. "Come in," she said. I stuck my head in and found Robin laying on her stomach typing something for school on her laptop. I only got a second to check out her ass before she looked over her shoulder."Hey Robin, if you got a second to spare, I want to show you this cool video I found on YouTube." I gave her my best smile."Okay, let me finish up this sentence and I'll be right there." I closed her door and went back to my room and checked to make sure everything was set up. In no time at all,. Once again she broke our embrace abruptly and leaned back. "I told you how I get when I do coke", she slurred. "I still need you to let me be in control though", she added. Then she gently laid her hand on my stiff cock and rubbed it slowly. "I told you I have only been with two guys", she started as her hand slid over my stiff dick. "From what I can tell you are much bigger than either one of them was". Then she really surprised me as she unzipped my fly and reached into my jeans. Her hand. “It seems so long ago” began Kristina in a voice that was incongruously aristocratic “but it came to me just before Easter, when I was still Sister Kristina at the convent of St Theodota. For some weeks I had felt compelled to intensify my mortifications; I felt that I was approaching some sort of vision - the revelation of a mystery”.Alone in her cell Sister Kristina lit candles at either end of the narrow shelf over her cot. She shook out the match and disposed of it. Bathed in their yellow.