She was just going when she spotted a note in her pigeonhole. It had appeared overnight and I recognised the writing - Dr Whitehead's schoolboy script... I was watching from the corner of my eye as she opened it. There were several pages and she skimmed to the end, then slumped down on the bench, staring at it, tears running down her face.I went out to her, worried. "You all right, miss?" Please call me 'Sarah', if you're going to look after me." She was smiling now, but still crying. "Sorry,. I mean I'm still a virgin. I doubt I could please her anyways! So I walk in and her leg was out. Exposing the same laced panties. I walk up slowly and trace her leg to see if she would respond. She moaned and made a small movement. I rubbed her pussy and I saw it was wet. She must've just got done. I lick my fingers just to get a taste and I was so hard.. Taste was pure bliss. While I was tasting her juices she made another movement slightly raising up her shirt. Exposing her stomach. I saw. Diving on the bed, I began to think about that incident. Not the one with the dumb bitch who was loyal to her out-of-town husband. But the one with my friend’s sister’s amazing collection of undies.It didn’t feel awkward at all because I knew she was in a (damaged) relationship with a spoiled brat. My 23-year-old dick retained the fantasies that I had for her. I locked my bedroom door and pulled out my mobile phone. My fingers curiously typed ‘friend’s hot sister’ in the search bar of ISS.I was. Just recently come off an ugly divorce, and now here in North Carolina with all these guys and none of which she was interested in or couldn’t touch! Naomi thought herself a sucker for punishment. She went up to her room to get ready for the night. Made sure to have a good dinner before taking a shower and getting clothed. Per Jason’s instruction they were to meet at the Wolfpack Club, which was a few blocks down and up. Naomi wore comfortable shoes, but no way did she want to start on her feet.