Her mother was a black Egyptian woman and her father was a chain-smoking, whiskey drinking white boy from America. As the rest of the dorm quieted do...n, Ingrid and Victory were just finishing their room. Victory leaned back on a dresser and smiled, “small but cute,” she said. Ingrid smiled too and suggested they go shower. They grabbed a couple towels and quietly ran down the hall to the shower room. They stepped inside and looked at each other, grinning, it was a little dark and eerie. Do you really think I can do that?" Well your answer is probably going to be no, I can tell by the way you are reacting." How can you be so sure of my answer, when I'm not sure exactly what it is you are asking." You heard what I said." I heard your words, but I am not only not certain exactly what you meant by them, I am also not sure you know." I asked you whether you would allow me to..."."I am aware of what you asked, okay you, by asking me have actually made me have to consider the idea,. Sandy's pussy was on fire, she had to touch herself and release it, she couldn't control anymore. She thought it wasn't a great idea to shower at 2 in the morning and she wasn't exactly a fan of masturbating on the toilet or on the bathroom floor. She decided to risk it on her bed instead, she grabbed some tissue and headed out. Ethan was motionless and she could hear his steady breathing, it was safe to say he was asleep. She headed over to her bed and pulled her pants slightly down under her. Hoping to kill those brain cells that put him in the state of mind that made him thought this was a good idea. He could feel her stirring behind him. ‘I have to get out of here.’ He thought to himself. She moved and he felt her hand on his ass, and it tickled it for a moment feeling the hair on his butt, and the hand quickly retracted it’s touch. She shot up, ‘What the fuck?’ This action made Randal freeze like a deer in the head lights. She quietly yelled. ‘Dave, I swear to god, if that is you.