"There is a meeting in the conference room in ten minutes or so," my Mom informed us before she vanished to find my Sisters."We need to wash up some,"...Shannon insisted, as she and Clare left for the adjacent bathing room."Will you be all right while we are away?" I asked Gretchen."Yes, Petra and I team up to help each other with things that we need to do," Gretchen told me.When Clare and Shannon returned, I helped Gretchen to the bathing room so both of us could clean up also. Pat and his women. What was I going to do, here I was with 6' 4" builder rubbing hes erection on my ass and I had my head down a hole, I also to my surprise had an enormous hard on. My question was soon answered as I felt his hand reach between my thighs and gently touch my cock, he was seeing if I was enjoying it as much as he was, he obviously came to his conclusion quickly as I felt my belt slacken and my pants unfasten and get pulled down to expose my bare ass. I felt a trobbing hot cock against my ass and a. Getting blown in the 70s was the campus standard for casual sex. At big schools like McGill, gender was much of an issue. If you were a straight, horny male, finding a guy who gave head was easy. One in 40 in that demographic, they said at the time, so at least 50 guys who were ready and willing and minutes away, though you might be waiting in line. Girls? Plenty put out, but the process took time. I became one of those 50. Word gets around. When I began my second year at McGill, half they guys. Of course, with the curls to add body, hishair remained girly-girl short.Frankie was pleased that he didn't suffered from any sign of male patternbaldness. His dad was middle aged with a full head of hair. Of course,his was nothing like Frankie's hair. Frankie's hair hadn't been cut in ayear and summer frosting still showed from last year. He had used alittle lightener in the summer and continued to use a slight amount eventhough it was getting close to winter. It was hard to say good-bye to.