I can’t find my fucking key” and leaned against the door. Joe went over to the door and said, “Let me give it a try”. Joe moved Nora away from...the door, and with his back to her, took her key out of his shorts without her seeing. She was totally out of it now anyway and swaying. She slumped against Joe’s back and leaned on him as not to fall. Joe opened the door, grabbed her around the waist with his left arm and slid her into the room. In one swift motion, the young man lifted Nora up to kiss. "Lucy struggled to her feet, helped up by three of her cohort. "JustLucy," Ms. Smith said."I need help", Lucy said, trying her puppy dog eyes on the teacher. Ms.Smith was not buying it."If you need help, Rachael can help you. Everyone else here needs topractise their lay-ups." Oh ? I think I am all right to go myself," Lucy said, and she limpedaway slowly, until she got through the gym doors at any rate.The rest of the class was largely uneventful. Students practiced lay-ups and defenses under. I couldn't have asked for better panty access. After breakfast each morning, as everyone changed into their swim stuff and headed for the beach, I would start to get hard. I would always excuse myself from the group and go back inside to "go to the bathroom", or "get everyone drinks", or any other excuse to rummage through their rooms un-interrupted and smell their freshly worn panties. Most times I wouldn't have a chance to fully pleasure myself to the panties. I was always too worried about. ’ ‘You own this place?’ ‘Yep. Three years.’ ‘Damn, Tracy. Impressive.’ ‘Did I tell you my name?’ ‘It was on your business card, but it didn’t say you own the place. My name is Ray.’ ‘Your name is Ray and you’re falling in love,’ she sighed, handing me my change. ‘Well, it’s good for business.’ I thanked Tracy the Flower-Girl-business-owner and continued on my way. * * * * * In front of Alicia’s apartment I gave myself the anti-pep talk. Just because I had condoms in my pocket didn’t mean I.