“I’m sure you do,” said Owen. Owen held me in his arms, stroking my hair. It was such a gentle moment and not how I expected a frat guy to behav.... I thought about Chrissy and the dogpile downstairs. I was sure she was there, in the middle of it. She had mentioned once before the erotic parties they had, but was never able to give many details. Then it hit me, I was brought here to be a part of the dogpile, but instead I ended up here, with Owen. “Why were you in that class?” I moaned. I didn’t. In seconds she had me undone and my trousers fell to the ground.“Take them off,” she instructed - her warm eyes imploring me.Instinctively I reached down, removed my shoes, socks, and jeans, leaving me stood in only my tight boxer briefs.“Good boy,” she said “now kneel down.”I did as I was told.Slowly she sat down on the edge of her bed showing off the white above her stockings yet again. Then doing her best Sharon Stone impression she crossed and uncrossed her legs offering a straight line. " Misty added."Oh, I'm interested. I just don't believing this is real. I'm a good 7-1/2 inches interested." He leaned forward and then back. A purple knob appeared in his lap through the fly of his boxers along with about half of the shaft it terminated.Janet turned and dropped to her knees. Misty leaned and reached toward Ralph's lap. "May I touch it?" Misty asked."Sure, may I touch you as well?" Ralph asked in turn.Janet closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and mumbled, "Oh, what the hell!". ."Hot Dogs! Get your hot dogs here!"Yea, I'll take one!"And there she was: Tall, thin blonde; hair halfway down her back; andwearing a one piece that fit her like a glove. Everything about her wasperfect. She was everything that Andie dreamed of being. Nice roundboobs, and a good size too; not too big, not too small. She had a well-toned figure that..."Sir? Sir? Can I get a hot dog please?"Andie snapped back to reality, and said, "Oh! Sorry, sure, let me getone for you." As he was.