We all drank our drinks and when I was getting up to take the empty glasses, Jeff pulled me back down and took my glass and sat it on the end table, a...ong with his. He draped one arm around my shoulder and the other hand lay on my bare leg. I had worn a dress and all the pulling he had done had made the hem ride up, his hand was soon under it and inching toward my pussy. His arm around me suddenly grasped my small tit and palmed and squeezed it, I stared at Jake, my eyes pleading him to help me. He was named after "that" Sam Rayburn. He congratulated Mike on his knowledge, telling him that he was only the second student he had ever met who knew about House Speaker Sam Rayburn.Sam had the outward appearance of a southern redneck, but his personality was totally the opposite. He was a hippie at heart, who lived in a small house up in the mountains that overlooked Davenport. He had a degree in philosophy, wrote poetry, and had lived with the same woman for 35 years without ever getting. In less than a minute I was fully erect and when I reached down to pull her up on me she slapped my hands away. I reached for her tits and she moved them back out of reach and when I leaned forward to follow them with my hands she dropped her body below the level of the couch where I couldn’t reach them. I tried again and she let the sharp edge of her teeth graze across that patch of skin directly below the head of my cock while tightening her hand on my balls as if to say “You had damned well. ” I even wore a tie. I’m glad I did. Agnes was wearing a dress!It was a deep red that showed some cleavage and lots of leg because it was quite short. Her heels matched the dress. She didn’t just look hot. She looked incandescent! She walked into the living room where we waited and I gasped, Dad whistled, and Mom clapped. Mom said, “Now, that’s a dress!”Dad said, “Agnes, you are looking beautiful for your Viking tonight.”Agnes looked at me. “Am I okay?”“Agnes, you are always okay. You in that.