Finally she turned toward his direction and he thought she noticed him watching her. She was wearing her sunglasses so Michael could not tell if she w...s looking directly at him. He made a note to tell her not to wear them anymore but then thought twice about it, knowing that would be silly. Still, wearing those sunglasses, he could not see her expressive emerald eyes and not knowing if she was looking at him drove him crazy. She had seen him enter the quad and thought he saw her and would come. Maybe five-six and around 120. Auburn hair, freckles, and the greenest eyes this side of an orchard. Her tits run out at about 34Bs. Her butt is a little more spread out than some, but that's how I like 'em; a broad butt is so female. For me she's perfect.Oh yeah, me. Well, I'm five-seven and a half, 162, with sandy hair and blue eyes—why would anyone care right. I'm okay looking, but I would be far less likely to ever be runway material than my wife. I do have a seven-inch johnson though that. She felt him urgently hard against her ass, his hands sweeping upward to grasp her breasts. Then all of a sudden she realized it felt too real, way too real for a daydream. She opened her eyes and looked down to see male hands covering her breasts. She felt warm, wet lips against her neck, and a suspiciously hard object against her backside. She stiffened, preparing to fight off the rapist. Suddenly the hands stopped and she whirled around. She almost screamed when she realized she was staring. Alice's face turned red, and when practically everyone in the roomjoined in, he blushed even more.The mere memory of the experience made him blush, and when Keela and theothers saw his face at the end of the song they got him to talk."Alice! Aww, you're blushing! Do you want to tell us about it?" Yeah, Alice. If you're turning that red, there must be a good story youcan tell us."They all knew that his name had been "Al" that morning, but the ChangingMachine that had made his body look like a.