No matter what the situation, hanging out is always effortless with her. Without a doubt, the best roommate you've ever had. Certainly not what you ex...ected when she answered your want ad in the paper. Especially when it comes to looks.She's petite, topping out at 5'5'', long, dark brunette locks that hang just above her shoulders and eyes so green they could put most emralds to shame. But she's more than a pretty face. It's almost unfair how effortlessly goregous Roxanne is. No outfit yet can. "You studying?" Uh, ya." I was starting to feel lost, as if I really had found myself in 1984. I didn't know what exams I was supposed to be prepping for. I didn't know when I'd last spoken to Ellen, or kissed her, or made love to her. A sudden burst of inspiration -- something jogged my memory of this semester. "For econometrics, with Simunson." Huh? What are you talking about? You're taking that course next semester. Are you OK?"So much for memory. "Sorry, guess my head was too far into a. Crouching down to line up a putt gave me the opportunity, even in a crowded part of the course, to finger myself to another crescendo. The rough became a bed where Steve could again use his tongue on me. A secluded tee box gave me the opportunity to return the compliment and take Steve's still willing cock into my mouth and suck him dry, before he used the ribbed grip of his driver along the crack of my pussy to bring me to another shattering climax.As the end of the round approached, I had had. " Exactly," you reply "It's my cottage, so if you want to party here, you have to carry."Steve looks at you and laughs, "Ya, well all the booze and shit is in MY car; so unless you want to invite everyone into a dry cottage, you'll be doing a little bit of carrying yourself."You see the wisdom in Steve's comments and make your way outside to the 'car'. It's actually a shitty 87' Chevy Caprice wagon that tends not to kick into drive, but he's proud of it. You move around to the back, grab a gym.