..Ummm."Stranger: "Give me what?"You: I took off my tank top. "What i gave him?Stranger: "Well... You drive a hard bargain. You're a dirty little slut... aren't you?"You: "No I just.....I was failing......Well......UGH. do you want it or not?"Stranger: "Of course."You: I sigh. "OK" i take of my bra. "Wanna play first?" I point to my tits.Stranger: I nod, and latch my lips on your nippleYou: I moanStranger: I strip off my own clothes, and lay you down on my desk. My cock is hovering just between. I was a second string end, but Billy was a starting guard. He was a black man who stood 6'6" and was about 280 lbs. He was as good a friend as there ever was. We were roommates during away games. We hung around together until he started to hang with a bad crowd. He wanted money and was caught selling dope at one of the parties. I was saddened when I found out about it.He told me he let me down, he let his family down, and the team down. He lost his scholarship, and a chance at the pros. He was. You can’t believe that your husband isn’t paying you any mind so you decide to sit on his lap as he plays. You’re so hot by now that you know he can feel the heat radiating from between your legs. You move your bottom directly over his cock but become disappointed when you don’t feel a bulge that you can grind across. With Mike and Dave now sneaking peaks at you your mind tries to push out the fact that you should be repulsed by them. Even in there inebriated state they were able to focus on. But, I'd surreptitiously, while still facing the hall, undo another blouse button first.Tim would contrive different ways by which to walk past me and manage to brush against some part of my body, usually a breast brush or a hip brush. On my part, I would back my desk chair out and turn it sideways to face Tim for a "conference."I'd deliberately cross my legs slowly in order to give him a really good look up my skirt to my sexy panties. And believe me, he eagerly looked, too, quite unabashedly.