. 215," I reply. "Are you at breakfast?" Not yet," Jamie says. "Want to grab it together?" Sure," I mumble. "Just give me a chance to get dressed..."A...ter dressing in a very plain pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, I headdown to breakfast, only to encounter Jamie en route- almost as if she'dplanned to rendezvous with me. In her short, tight skirt and tight greenjumper, she's looking VERY attractive- even if she is wearing too muchmake-up for this time of the morning."Hi Jamie," I say, grinning. She obeyed it and herlegs were wide open raised above my shoulder level and was holding my cock andguiding it to her bushy pussy. Then the face entered and shestarted moaning again loudly this time and said valikame pannu da aiyoo ahhh ammmaaamethuvaaaaa methuvaaa. I started moving my head in and out and her legs wereover my chest till my shoulders. She was pressing her heel over my shouldersand I could feel her heel press. Slowly I entered, she will initially remove assoon as I reach a new. " Then off you trot back to the kitchen. I think I'm beginning to get the game.Once again you return, this time with a plate of toreia chips. Same routine but this time my hand slides further up your leg. Up the inside of your thigh, nearly to your pussy. This time you really turn on me, "Senior!" then handing me a folded piece of paper "Your bill." And you walk off around the corner. Now I'm confused. I look down and unfold 'The Bill'. Just one word is written on it 'Follow'. I smile and get. Of course at the age of fourteen I had done my share of reading about the subject. I knew all of the mechanics "insert tab A into slot B", but the thought of actually doing it was utterly terrifying.My first few weeks at Braxton were like nothing I had ever experienced before. My roommate Brad was alright, I guess, but having to share a room with a guy I barely knew was really tough to get used to. At least, when I lived at home I could go to my room and have some semblance of privacy. Now.