I moved in next to her nodding at the ice cream and said, do you need a hand. She smiled and said most definitely yes she did. Her hand came away from...her crotch and guided mine to its place. I felt the warmth of her coming through the fabric of her leggins. We both leaned over the ice cream to obscure other peoples view and my hand rose up the fabric and inside the waist band. I slid it quickly down inside her panties, which were sopping, and felt her warm moist lips. She was hairy and the. You speak up and have a half smirk on your face and say “I like being a slut sir, and want to be your slut sir”I grab your hair and pin your head to the bed and kiss you, get off and tell you to get on your hands and knees. “yes sir” and you do. Your back is arched, feet on the edge of the bed hanging off slightly, ass is in the air, face is down on the bed. God I love this view, your ass, you legs, your body! I love seeing your pink asshole right near your pussy that is clearly still wet and. Even if it meant I had to perform my role as Juliet in the classic Willemina Shakespeare play naked come opening night on Friday, I didn't care. I was just so wet right now. It was the second week into the new semester. I had watched a dozen other girls get to strip naked and have fun. That Freshman Ginny was gangbanged, Denice ran her wild campaign to become Homecumming Queen, the wicked weak where Krysten and her older futa-sister went naked for two weeks because they inspired the football. Was I getting turned on by the idea? No. I shook my head at the prospect. But for some strange reason, I couldn’t help wanting the morning to hurry up. Sunday morning loomed and my routine seemed to go out the window with all the flustering I was doing. I headed off to work ten minutes late, put my things away and tentatively headed to the bosses office. I knocked twice. “Come in” a confident voice called. I slowly pushed the door open and my eyes were immediately drawn to.