Pretty soon, each and every single one of the freshers were drunk except for that guy. He just watched them with those amazing blue eyes, which I love... so much that I’ll describe them just for you right now. There’s actually really nothing that I can say that can do them justice. All there is to tell is that they were like the whites of his eyes tinted just a light shade of blue. Even though it was pretty dark in the bar, his pupils were not dilated. I started thinking about how similar he was. She had ring piercings in each labia, and taking one in each hand, she pulled her lips as wide apart as you had ever seen - so wide in fact it was clear she was being turned on to no small extent by the pain, which must have been considerable. Her head was tilted far back and she was moaning constantly. You had never had this before - a new pussy opened wide up for you to savour so close and so wide you could actually see inside her vagina, and smell the hot, moist air within the gentle pink. Here goes. Dinner was no big deal for us girls. We all looked pretty cute in the French maid outfits and hardly had to do anything except carry a few plates to the brothers. That and make sure the liquor and wine bottles were replaced when they were close to empty. Or run to the bar for a drink if one of the brothers wanted something different. Pretty easy. For the most part the guys were just really nice and appreciative and supportive and funny and cool. Course it was different for me to be. He felt her fingers on his shirt pushing open buttons and pulling it away and off from his chest, her fingers moving over his chest, his silver gaze tangling with and staying on eyes gleaming bronze with heat even as he allowed his fingers to dwell below the lace, unconsciously licking his lips as his fingers slid over smooth, hairless skin to the very core of her where he could feel her heat and wetness pulse. He left his eyes on hers as his hand reached lower to cup her mons, feeling her.