‘Thanks,’ she said, the word coming out in a sigh. ‘I used to be on the varsity crew team, back in college. Then I dropped out, and I got my exe...cise as a bouncer. Now I’m a bartender, and I have to get my exercise in other ways.’ She put her arm around Abby and lifted her just a bit off the ground for a half a second. Abby squealed in delight and surprise. Dalila chuckled, swatting both women’s forearm in mock consternation. ‘Oh, you’re just as saucy as she is! And lucky to have found her, I. ” Maria di Salvatore was not a classic Italian beauty. Short, close-cropped black hair, dark eyes, face too long, teeth too big but a body to die for with legs that seemed to be never-ending. She was sitting at a table, an ice bucket of champagne beside her and an attentive waitress who refilled her glass whenever it needed it. She wore a pair of khaki pleated shorts and a white t-shirt that did nothing to conceal her substantial breasts. “Excuse me, Madam.” I looked up, slightly annoyed to be. I also have 14 piercings including my tongue, arm, and chest.Back to the story.I picked up my crap, and headed outside to the student union (aka the patio). I sat back on one of the benches and waited for my ride to come. I plugged my headphones into my sidekick and started listening to Coldplay. It was making me drowsy, and i decided to slide my sunglasses on and snooze for a few minutes. But a few minutes turned into an hour. By now, the patio was filled up with seniors comparing classes and. I laid back down (on a towel this time) and he started another back rub. He rubbed my ass and eventually reached under and played with my cock. I could not believe how totally different it felt from having a thin layer of cloth between his hand and my erection. The heat and smoothness of skin-to-skin contact can never be compared to even the sheerest of fabric separating flesh. Every time he would touch my balls I would flinch. He seemed to get pleasure out of seeing me jump at his touch. The.