I teased and twisted each nipple, flicking the aroused fleshuntil they ached with desire. My mind raced, "If my small nipplescould feel this wonderfu..., how much more sensuous would they be if theywere for real." Lost to all caution, by the fire burning inside myloins, I grabbed Grandma's gown and slid it over my feverishly arousedbody. Grasping a pair of my Aunt's old flats that I had previously"stolen" from a bag of clothes to be discarded, I "pranced" and"swished" across the uneven attic. It was a typical Friday night at Linda's place, a house just off campus that she shared with two roommates. The Princeton art community was small, the real artists I should say because there were a lot of people around who weren't. Would-be artists and bohemians of all sorts, groupies even, and the amateur critics. They were largely intelligent and entertaining and a lot of fun, so none of us complained really. I'd found myself enjoying college immensely."So?" I demanded, returning to my. Her marks were always way higher than his, even though she was too busy to spend half the time on her schoolwork she should. He was hopeless at sports, and when she'd tried to recruit him for the school paper he'd gotten so flustered he'd hardly been able to get out the words, "I don't think I have the time." When she'd tried to chat him up at the drugstore where he worked after school, he'd gotten all red in the face and, backing away from her, tumbled over into a display of Kleenex boxes! It. Then a mouth slowly swallowed my cock and a set of hands held my balls. The mouth moved up and down, slowly at first and then gradually speeding up. Every time I could feel myself getting close, the mouth on my cock would slow down or pull off for a few moments. This went on for several minutes until there was a pause and I could hear them moving around. The pause was broken when I felt a very wet pussy starting to slide down my cock. At first I wasn’t sure who it belonged and I didn’t really.