Greta was blonde and pale, while Arlene was redheaded and darker, with mixed Scots and Irish heritage. Both had beautiful faces and hair, but differen... builds. It was well, though, that the miniskirt was in fashion, as the two had lovely legs but of different sorts. Arlene and Shelley’s thighs were womanly but visibly muscled, while I tended to call those of Greta, Vivian, Margaret, and Terry to be slim, perfectly tapering marble sculptures. Lois’ were strong but not as muscled as were. Now, I had no other go but to stand there. I thought that my erection may tear my trousers and her frock and get inside her ass crack.Initially I thought that she was not aware about that. But later I could feel some movement near her frock. As it was too dark I could not make out anything. Later I felt that her frock is getting lifted from back side. I moved my hand from the seat bar and could make out that her hand is not there but could feel some movement near her shoulder – gently I moved. You pay or I will smack one in your face. I have hit girls before youknow. So pay up!" he said as he started raising his fist; she of coursewas terrified but couldn't scream because she would have to explain whatwas happening and if word ever got out of her supposed exam buying shewould be expelled, so she was in big trouble, she would need to pay."Ok, ok I'll give you some money, but I don't have any. Tomorrow I'llbring it," she said almost in tears."No can do honey, if we wait you'll tell on. She was gorgeous, just like I remembered, and we gotalong immediately.The big problem was that I had a one-bedroom apartment. I was all forbeing a good host but I thought it was ridiculous to give up my bedindefinitely. I'd shoehorned a queen-size bed into that bedroom and Ididn't want to give it up for good. We quickly worked out a plan wherewed alternate on a weekly basis. I had one week on the bed and the nextweek on the sofa, and we'd alternate like that.I got her moved in and we went about.