Her hips flip from side to side with each step to the porch. She glances back and he is watching. She pulls the hem of her skirt up her long slim legs...just a little and smiles before letting it go. There is a small bulge in his pants and his tongue rests against his lower lip. A small amount of drool glistens below his lip.The sounds of his work boots against the hardwood floor are much louder than the soft pats of her bare feet on the tile floor of the bathroom. The only other sound is the. There was no way I was going back to my dorm that night. II. The Puddle Once everybody else cleared out, Renee and I unfolded Phoebe’s couch bed and got busy. We undressed each other standing up. When I had Renee down to her panties, I slipped my middle and index finger in to her pussy. I knew her pussy so much better than Amelia’s mound-ish monstrosity. She had a small, sloping pussy, always with a shaved strip running down the center. She leaned against my shoulder and gasped out air on to. Rod hadn’t said a word to Lise since he began making love to her, and still didn’t. ‘Unnnnnhhhhh!!!! Unnnhhhh!!!’ he grunted and his thrusts became increasingly fervent. Lise realized he was going to come, then his hot sperm was jetting into her. Seconds later, Rod’s movements stopped and she felt his penis begin to soften. The minute Rod was finished, he rolled off her, got out of bed, and headed for the bathroom. Lise lay in their bed, once again experiencing vague, uneasy feelings. Finally,. Shesighed to herself. It was almost time for relief, butof a different kind. One she took about the middle ofeach period, 7 times a day during school hours. Sheraised her hand, catching the teachers’ attention.“Can I be excused to the bathroom?”The teacher, used to this routine or perhaps evenunaware of the pattern, granted her permission toleave the classroom. She got out of her desk chair,opened the door and sped away down the hallway to thegirls bathroom. Since each class.