The fraternity was hosting its annual Recruit Week Kegger before the new semester began. The Phi Kappa sorority would be there too, including their ne... recruits. It became known as a sort of ‘Last Chance’ party for all potential initiates to prove themselves worthy of entering the fraternity by completing their infamous task:Find a Phi Kappa girl, and do everything you can to knock her up.You dress yourself in your finest party-wear and make your way to the frat house. Already the music blares. “Can I get you something to drink, Contessa?”She rose on her elbows and dislodged the vicar. I think she nodded, but she didn’t say anything. I decided a beer was in order.“Thanks, Bertuccio.” She downed half the bottle in one gulp and poured the rest on the vicar who seemed to be trying to get back between her legs. He uttered some unholy words and shoved himself to his feet and walked away. With that she tossed the bottle over her shoulder and turned to me with a smile.“You’re cute,. When she discovered our Bulgarian origin, she looked a bit sad that I wasn’t bought in Germany. “Schöne Eule, sehr schöne Eule!“ she exclaimed, when my mistress became restless and withdrew a large gulp of breath. I couldn’t see what Martin was doing, because I was tossed suddenly aside and fell to the grass. The German butterfly laughed and picked me up, cushioning me against her warm breasts. There, I could see everything. Martin had adorned my mistress with the most beautiful, most livelike. "Don't leave the room on my account sweetie," she said with a teasing,excited smile. She then swished her dress up over her knees and past herthighs to expose her lacy white nylon slip and the tightly gartered topsof her glossy nylon hose. "Do you think my legs are pretty? Do youTimmy?" She asked as I stood there stunned and transfixed. "I...I should go Ma...Madge," I said trying not to stare at her legs andthen starting for my bedroom to get away but she quickly grabbed my armand pulled me.