Today, I held her left hand and moved it towards my organ and placed it there outside my jeans. Since she was also hot, she started to move her hand i... an up and down motion and we were both very exited by now. I then pulled up her shirt and opened her bra and started to suck on her delicious delicacies (aren’t they). She had increased the movement of her hand and suddenly opened my zip and put her hand inside my jeans and underwear to straight hit my member. I shifted my focus time and again. Up to this point, I had only experienced getting a hard on while fingering through the pages. I had read about “cumming” and “orgasms” in Penthouse Forum or Letters, but the concept still eluded me. On this particular night, I was looking through a girl-girl pictorial. I was feeling extremely aroused. I knew I was on the verge of something, but not sure what. I was looking at a picture that was extremely hot. A blonde girl was on her back lying on a kitchen counter with her face turned towards. "Sandra had started making notes on a yellow pad. "Yes, I can do that," she said. "It will be a pretty long list, though." I need more than that, though," I said. "I also need all the class schedules. And the work schedules of people who aren't teachers." All right," Sandra said, busily jotting this down. "It will take me a little while to put all this together. Do you want to wait here?"I thought about it. If I were here, I could handle anyone who might ask Sandra what she was doing. I had. I got to Spencer's door and heard good old Led Zeppelin pounding out the speakers. I poked my head in and saw Spencer at his desk, and his roommate, a soft-spoken baseball player named Arlen Jones, on his back on his lofted bed, his hands propping up his head and his feet moving in time with the music."Hey," I shouted, trying to be heard over the music, "mind if I camp out here for awhile?"Spencer glanced up. "Come on in," he said. "What's up?" Westy's got a chippie," I said."So?" asked.