Sodo I shag on a first date? Well, no. I have already shagged them by then. No disappointmentsthat way, you know what you're going to get, and if ...omeones crap in bed, you can always retreat to being a friend again.I'd been off skiing, and Rob had been off on a holiday somewhere, Amsterdam I think,he was fond of a blow out. Six weeks is a good buffer between one sexual encounterand the next. ANYTHING could have happenend in the interim, I have known peopleget married in that timescale.. Glancing at the door, Erin removed her convent outfit, standing in a long undershift. Quickly removing her undershift, which left her standing completely naked for a moment, Erin pulled on the shorts, not having found any panties in the clothes that her mother had given her. At the convent they were only allowed to wear their undershifts and their overskirts. There were no panties or brassieres.It felt strange to be wearing shorts. It had been over six years. Pulling first one, then the other. ..my mouth full of cock...a tongue up my arse crack and my tits getting a divine workout.Then I was actually working my butt off as Tanner the smug prig stuffed his cock into my tight arse with no beg your pardons or by asking permission...he just buggered me...really frickin buggered me...cock- lock, stock and barrel; barging into my arse like a bandit into a bank with a fuckin big shot gun...hell Tanner went quick and deep into my arse...I would have gasped or yelped or damn near pleaded for. It was here that we first met over cups of the awful cafeteria coffee. It was to the cafeteria I often resorted, trying to relive a past that was literally dead. It was here that I began the trail that led to Martin. One day, about the third or fourth time I had gone to the cafeteria, I found myself sitting at a table occupied by a rather melancholy looking young man. I recalled how it could be in one’s early days at university. The enormous pressure of the studies, the confusion about one’s.