Bobbie wrapped her arms tight around his shoulders, returning his kiss.“Candy, Sweets, and I have a little more for you,” Bobbie spread her legs a...d Dan, Scott, and Ben watched them take turns eating her pussy. “Do you like watching women eating pussy?”“I sure do. I love watching my future wife eat pussy and fucking cock,” he revealed.“You must have quite the open relationship. Does she know you’re out fucking a stripper?”“I’m sure she does. The same as I know she’s likely been fucked several. I didn't see her all day, how disappointed I was having to go home without as much as a glimpse of her.Tuesday started as before, with me rising early and rushing to my classes, only this time I was rewarded by leaving my class just before lunch to run into her in the hallway. My face lit up at seeing her I'm sure as she smiled at me, thrilled to think she was glad to see me. She invited me to join her for lunch and we headed for the cafe together.She asked me how I enjoyed our weekend,. This wasn't like high school, she knew, there wouldn't be any more of those drunken, 'secret' liaisons where girls would cum on her face but wouldn't give her the time of day during school. Not like that cheerleading cunt Caroline who announced to government class that Trixie was a 'bull dyke' two days after Trixie had made her cum her brains out with three fingers slamming Caroline's pussy and her tongue down the bitch's throat. No, this was college now, a wide-open all-women buffet and. And the clothes.”“Wait, really?” I asked her. “How can you afford that?”“Scotiabank.” She replied sarcastically, and overly enthusiastically added, “I’m richer than I think!” after a few seconds of silence, she waved her hand dismissively at her. “That joke works way better with Canadians.” She muttered.“Well, thanks.” I muttered back.“Least I could do for a friend.” she replied. She was now faintly smiling at me – her attitude had changed completely. I didn’t know what to make of that.I sat.