When I stated to pinch her nipple, she let out a soft moan, saying how good it felt. I played with her tits for about a minute more and the her if her...pussy was wet? She spread her legs and said, “feel for yourself and tell me”. I pulled my hand out of her dress and reached under her dress and felt the wet spot on her panties. I told her that I was disappointed in her for wearing panties, as she helped me pull them aside so I could finger her wet pussy. As she helped me finger her wet pussy,. "What?" Your boobs. They look great!" Christ!" She swore and looked at the ceiling. But nevertheless thrust them out for further inspection. "You don't waste any time do you?" I didn't mean anything..." But I certainly did. Sherry was displaying some enthusiasm for the first time since I'd entered the apartment. She directed a small, inward smile at me and her eyes were focused on me, open wide and fully alert."You really can't tell with this thing on," she said interrupting me and tugging at. College had taught me the painful lesson that taking classes with someone rarely brings you closer. So, gritting my teeth, I selected the class I would have normally selected had a certain Elizabeth Carstairs not come into my life. When I came back from vacation (with a few less teeth to grit--the joys of getting one's wisdom teeth pulled), I found out that she had decided to take the same class. That's the way it goes, sometimes.By then, I knew that I wanted to see Liz on a regular basis after. Her mom yelled back. “Okay, have fun and be careful. Billy, you take care of my little girl.” “Yes Ma'am. I will. I promise.” Billy responded. We then went out and got into my car. Sally again slid up close to my side and kissed my cheek. We then headed to a nearby fast food joint for burgers and fries before the game. The lead punk that had assaulted Sally Thursday afternoon came strolling in just as Sally and Billy took their seats. He was accompanied by his bitch of the week. Billy couldn't.