I don't suppose you know of any places I could intern towards my degree, would you?" Brian asked."I'm not sure, but I do know a few people. I'll ask a...ound and see what I can find out. A lot of places don't pay interns, but almost all of them allow college credit to be applied for all your work. Let me work on it and see what I can find out. What are you making at Hardee's now?" I bring home about six hundred a month. I can usually work about twenty-two hours a week and it isn't too bad at. "Fucking hell." he gasped breathlessly as he lay on top of me, his cock now feebly pulsating and spurting the last of his cum into my bowels, "You’re one, great fuck." Mmmm, so are you." I replied softly, "That felt fucking beautiful, and I can go home to bed tonight with your thick and creamy cum swimming around, deep inside me."He smiled and then sat back, looking contentedly between my splayed thighs at my gaping ass, totally exposed tits and sexy undies as I continued to lie on the. One precious memory has to do with a brand-new dorm, just built and completely surrounded by fully grown lilacs. They spent some bucks to beautify an ugly, modern monstrosity. But the girls inside were not monsters, by any means. They were completely adorable, mostly frosh because the older girls preferred the older, more collegiate dorms. And the bushes were perfect for my little hobby. This particular night I had found a dorm room that seemed to be filled with frosh. I thought for a moment. Peace. I moved to Canada’s Capital Region from the city of Boston, Massachusetts, a few months ago. Well, almost a year ago actually. Since then I have adjusted to life in the paltry little capital of Canada. Ottawa is boring but I have to make the best of it. I enrolled at Carleton University, though it wasn’t easy. I had to apply and register as an international student. Also, I had to pay international fees. I rent a small apartment in the Ottawa suburb of Nepean. I live near Baseline.