Her hands were in my hair, scratching at the back of my head and pulling me tighter to her.When the song ended, and it was time for me to go home, my ...ock was harder than I remember it ever having been. We walked back over to where we had been sitting, and people were already putting up the chairs. Lois and Dave were carrying chairs, and Elena and I grabbed some, too.After the chairs were put back in the carriers and tables folded up, it was time for me to go home, back to my own dorm to. At least, I thought I was the only one.Unbeknownst to me, my shifty-eyed student neighbors from across the square had acquired a powerful pair of binoculars and were laughing nightly at my naked dancing body. This pair of hooligans from less than gentlemanly backgrounds were engaged in nasty comments on my feminine mystique and made no bones about whipping out their masculine equipment and placing their sticky tributes on the printout of my bent-over buttocks in front of my kitchen window. I. I in my tuxedo and you in your fur, black dress and heels dressed for the night on the town we savor the taste of our lips and lean back to admire one another. Words are not required at the moment, just time to be near and lightly caress the soft skin of your legs…..you are so beautiful. Your affect on me is immediate and occasionally you graze my cock with your finger tips to check on my state of arousal. You love to run your hands across the top of your breasts gradually moving the fabric. They are all gagging for sexual experience; I approach the dirtiest looking one and entice her into a nearby drinking den of iniquity. Then we head into the garden and dive into the nearest bushes. She is desperate to keep her hymen intact, so I start to rub my cock head on her swollen clitoris and chew her erect nipples. She lays belly down on the ground and rubs her pubes against the earth. These convent tarts wear no knickers, so I simply lift her skirt and start to rub my swollen cock head.