Thirty eight percent of the student body is African-American, thirty four percent is Hispanic, eight percent is Asian and twenty percent is Caucasian....We’re the most diverse four-year college in all of New England. September 2009 saw the dawn of some fascinating changes on campus. For the first time ever, Pacheco Jackson College fielded varsity sports teams. Strictly Division Three of course. We now compete in men’s Baseball, women’s Softball, men’s and women’s Basketball, men’s and women’s. Noting the time, he realized he needed to get a move on, so he grabbed a sports jacket from the closet and headed out.He hailed a cab in front of his building, giving the address Dawn had provided. He'd copied it to a slip of paper now residing in his wallet, but he felt that the information had been burned into his brain. The cabbie knew his job and arrived at the address right on time with no delays. Asking the cabbie to wait, Rob got out and approached the venerable old five-story brownstone. She kept thinking if she hadn't been so scared for Greg, maybe she would have noticed something was wrong. She felt like a hypocrite telling Cindy that she shouldn't think those things when she was doing the same thing.Outside, Greg was leaning against the side of the house, his own thoughts running through his mind. First was the disbelief that his friend was gone. He saw her in his mind still as the laughing bubbly teen sitting at the lunchroom table. Then again as she was just a couple of. But inside too.” I sensed what she was getting at, and slipped my fingers inside, feeling her bush and flipping at her bare labia. “Do you like the way it feels?”“Mmm, yes.” Her legs parted some more. “Feels so different to have someone else do it. Reacting... not anticipating.”“You are wet down here again, for sure,” I confirm, sliding my finger along the inside of her slit.“Do you want to go again? I could do it again.” She hadn't let go of my dick this whole time, grabbing at my shaft.