But they just drunkenly froze there. One looked at me and said 'damn have a very nice fuck tonight k**, fuck her hard for me will you'. Then he starte... touching Diane's shoulders. Jake stepped forward ready for a fight. I was scared but got prepared too in a stance I saw in the movie.We were outnumbered and Diane wisely intervened. "Easy guys. Let's talk this out no need to fight" as she tried to push Jake away from the guys. Now Diane is not mindful that she is no longer covering her breast. If she was feeling particularly playful she would wear stiletto heels, and leave them on while we played. Linda was always in a hurry to strip me bare, and since I insisted she leave that wonderful intimate apparel on (with her whole hearted approval) all I had to do is slide the shoulders of her dress aside and let it drop to the floor to be treated to a living wet dream. I would gather Linda in my arms and lay her in the bed. We would never rush these clandestine meetings. Our kisses were. Her hair looked healthy but unkempt, a soft mane around her round face and bright eyes. She was short, maybe 5’4, with a tiny waist and…okay I looked, firm, well rounded breasts. She held a notebook that looked like it had been totally soaked in water at some point. And, as I was soon to find out, she was direct. “You are so sad, I can’t help but talk to you.” Her look of distress was so sincere the tears just escaped more quickly from my eyes. I was about to throw out some stupid excuse, use. I’d do it just to graduate… and because I think you’re a hot guy too.”“What?” I asked, rather enjoying the stroking of my ego.“Yeah, my girls and I talk about you at lunch. I even told them that I think about you when I… you know…” she hesitated then finished, “…play with myself.”My brain was screaming ‘no’ but my slowly hardening cock was pleading ‘yes’. She must have seen the conflict in my eyes because she started moving her hand across her chest, down her tight stomach, and began rubbing it.