We made some small talk, asking her what she was doing out this late. She had been drinking with some friends. I told her I've seen her around running...before and she said she runs track in high school. We proceeded to drive and as we pulled into her neighborhood a sudden thought came into my mind, this was my chance. She told me her house was a little bit further.She took her wallet out to give me money for taking her home as we pulled up and I told her no. She insisted that I take her money. I. I fought the gag reflex as he throat fucked me. Burying his cock til my nose bumped against him with every plunge.I could feel them building up a rhythm as I bounced between the two cocks pistoning in and out of me. I could feel the pressure of an orgasm building.My boyfriend was the first to unleash a torrent of sperm on my face. My mouth catching the first pulse, he pulled out and painted my face with the rest of his load."Ahhhh fuck me! I'm cumming! I'm cumming in your ass Angel! Oh my god!. The letter also told me Ihad been put on a waiting list in case a space opened up. Then, rightaround the beginning of August, a new letter came telling me a spacewas available if I wanted it. Did I want it? You bet!Of course there were some minor problems. There were no dorm roomsavailable for one thing. But I had made a trip out here two weeks agoto do some looking around and the campus housing office had pointed meto Mrs. Whitaker's rental house. She has several old Victorian stylehomes. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Sherwin already had the camera on his shoulder, running. It took several seconds for the traffic to clear. "Best shot of her we've got so far," Sherwin commented, as she walked across the street, and got in her car.Lenny was already heading toward their car. "Come on, man, we've got to move."They had a tough time getting out of the parking lot and keeping her car in sight, but once they got out on Main Street, it was no trick trying to trail her a.