Yet Ive been noticing that with the hot girls at my college&hellip,there are a lot of hot guys! Hell yeah! And this particular night, I have no clue w...y, but I was into that. Well actually I do know why, I get horny a lot! I mean I should be over with this pubescent sexual drive that controls a lot of my life especially late at night. I went to a bar one of my friends told me he went to with a group the previous week, so I decided to check it out. A lot of people went home this weekend, so I. She stared up at me, but said nothing.I stepped into the shower and let the water pound the feeling back into my skin. The water was so hot I almost scalded myself before lowering the temperature.Mo whipped the shower curtain aside with an over-dramatic flourish. Her face was flushed. For that matter, her entire body was flushed. My skin was red from the hot water, and we stood facing one another until Mo pointed at my chest and we began to laugh at one another."I'm sorry, Mo. I didn't mean to. Afterwards, we laugh to think of the poor security guard who has been watching us in his private room somewhere, wanking in front of the cctv monitor We skip off towards some lights - it's not people, but evidence of where people might have been. I remember that there is an entrance to an abandoned underground station nearby, and I want to fuck again, here, now with no questions or objections. I dodge under the tape which has been placed across the entrance, pulling you after me -not by the. You suddenly hear a knock on your door. "Go away!" you yell. You have no interest in getting up right now. You were dreaming of me, naked beneath you, as you caress my curves with my nipple in your mouth. Such a vivid dream that felt so real. The knock turns to pounding, and up you get angrily. Throwing open the door, you growl, “What the fuck do you want?” "Are you Signor Fellington?” the man asks with a thick Italian accent. “Yeah,” you answer with belligerence, for being rudely awaken from.