The year is 1979. I was an assistant professor in philosophy and Molly was a senior, only six years younger than I. Molly was 22 and brighter than I'v... ever been. 5'6", long brown hair and eyes that spoke volumes. Small breasted, she usually went braless and often wore t-shirts and Indian skirts. We were friends and lovers and although I had a role in "corrupting" her (getting her used to working toward her own pleasure instead of viewing sex as lying on her back and letting some guy grunt in. Bruce pulled from my mouth and started to masturbate till his too erupted and shot his fluid over my face. My body and face was covered with their sticky slimy fluid as I wiped Bruce spunk from my eyes I panic in fear as I saw Daniel kneeling between my aching legs stroking his enormously huge male member. Daniel grabbed my left ankle as I tried to scoot away and pulled me back under him. Bruce recovered in time and grabbed my right calf and roughly pulled my leg up till I was turn awkwardly. ” Joyce stood up facing me. She reached up and undid her long blond hair. All the women in her family were natural blonds. She took off her apron. She took off her shoes and socks. Her face was getting flushed with embarrassment because she had never stripped in front of a guy before. She unbuttoned her blouse and undid her slacks. Both pieces hit the floor. She had on a camisole which covered her breasts and her panties. She lifted it over her head and stood before me. I stopped her there and. Any time Scott wanted someone else 'to see what happened', Sean was suspicious."Well, the bullies, ah, idiots, um, other students know us and they know not to mess with us," Scott said innocently."Now what would give you that idea?" AJ asked laughing. "Was it the dislocated shoulder of that linebacker that tried to get friendly Bell?" Hey, that was an accident," she protested. "His arm should have broke before his shoulder came loose. Besides, he was trying to get more than just friendly.".