A lady with good manners, friendly, pleasant… and I always had a crush on her….I was only 18 years old, and I had my hormones altered as every tee...ager, and since one day that I saw her cleavage, Alice had been the star of my nocturne fantasies. I had dated some girls, but I hadn’t gone more far than kissing or little petting, that’s it, I was still a virgin. At my fantasies, I saw Alice different from my class’s girls, she was a “Woman” instead of a “Girl”, and she was like the “Women” from my. An image of her lips wrapped around his son’s cock popped into his head. He shook his head to clear it.“I’m fine. I just need to blow a little!”“Well, you take it easy. Sam and I can finish this!”He nodded agreement. She affectionately stroked his cheek, turned and continued on to the dormitory. John knew that Sam had gone that way a moment before carrying the last of his belongings. If he followed her now, would he again see his wife on knees sucking her son’s cock? What if he walked into the. She looked back at me and gave me a huge smile. She wanted to show them, but she wanted my approval too. Then, she quickly reached up under her skirt, caught hold of the waistband of her panties and pulled them right down to her ankles. Well, there was almost a riot. Fifty men all tried to be the ones right at the front, looking up between her legs at her pussy lips. She looked back behind her at the guys, realised that she was causing a bit of a crush with the guys at the front, stood up,. “Uh, enjoy your, uh, stay, ma'am,” he stammered as Dao-Ming handed him a substantial tip.“Oh, we are,” Dao-Ming replied, winking at me and flashing me a somewhat wry smile. I was busily trying to stifle my own smile threatening to cross my lips.I couldn't really blame him for his obvious embarrassment, as lesbians (which he clearly inferred we were), while not exactly uncommon in 19th century America, were not nearly as open - and vocal – in their activities as the two women standing before.