He ran the binoculars over the lighted windows and spotted a rather attractive redhead pulling a green Hibs football shirt over her head. She had the ...ost perfect arse on her. He watched her pick up a pair of black knickers from the floor and quickly slip them on before heading out of the bedroom. She looked familiar but he couldn’t quite place her.‘So that’s what the randy little bugger has been up to,’ thought Stuart.“Right son, come on, dinner’s ready.”Stuart kept the binoculars in his hand. I dreamt of him. The dream furnished him with Maxie's face, but it was him alright. I was in the Hyde Park gents, the newly refurbished underground conveniences with the lovely cream tiles, Victoriana around the borders. I didn't often go in, but I'd been with the guys all afternoon drinking and I was desperate for a piss. There had been a man at the urinals so I went to the other end. The next set of events happened in weird flashes.He smiled at me, I looked away. I smiled back, he was. Mrs. Connors advised against eating in the student cafeteria and warned me the food wasn't as good but one makes sacrifices.So, in addition to my duties and associations with the faculty, I spent leisure time with Albert and Jenny. Albert would usually visit me in my room and I'm afraid I found myself slipping into relating to him more like he did with me in a rather animated fashion. If I would have to put a label on it, I would say that he encouraged me to be more fluid and expressive and. I kept tongue-fucking the blonde’s ass, although I swear she was really trying to suffocate me. She was fingering her clit wildly, and I could taste her pre-cum running down her inner thighs, mixing with her ass juices. The combination wasn’t particularly appealing, but I didn’t have much choice. Soon enough, she was pressing her oozing pussy lips full on my mouth, and I heard her order me to swallow it all, as gushes of hot cum pumped into my mouth and down my throat. I gulped down a whole.