I reach down and pull up his shirt, stopping only for a second to let the shirt pull over his head, he goes back to work on my tits. Moaning and grind...ng on him I pull his head up to my lips and wrap my arms around his head while the other finds its way to the door knob. Finally the door burst open. Walking in, he throws me onto the bed; pulling his shirt off as fast as possible. He rips off his pants and then begins kissing up my legs. He works his way up to my dripping pussy. Looking up at. Well, I had a charged dream. It was… She stopped while her fair cheeks couldn’t stop her blush from spreading. Uh, something to do my time in college, I’m guessing, I don’t remember it all too well.I kept quiet, hoping to get past any awkward questions about last night as were all questions about last night. How much could she remember? Don’t jog her memory, don’t act weird, be normal.Rehan, did I do anything after you put me to bed?No, no… Not that I can remember. Uh, what happened yesterday. He blinked and looked back over his shoulder. Lori was sprawled out at an angle with her head nearly hanging off the edge of the mattress. One arm was flung out to the pillows and the other lay across her body with her fingers just under the edge of her panties.Her nightshirt had ridden up to expose a flat stomach with a thin slice of a navel. Light hairs were scattered across her skin with a more pronounced line that extended from her navel down under the frilly elastic band of her panties.. But it’s none of the above. She’s tall, almost matching my six feet. Her raven black hair caresses the sides of her face down to her chin and her assessing eyes are almost as dark as her hair. Her black skirt ends mid-thigh, showing legs that never seem to end and small pert breasts are hugged by her light pink angora sweater. ‘Can I help you?’ I stand and step around Alyssa’s desk, hand extended. She grips it with a firm, but not overly so, handshake. Her smile is polite and shows gleaming.