I have this fantasy because of something that happened during my time in college.Once I was in the library to check out some textbooks. I walked into ...the right section, but it was always deserted. You could smell the fungus growing in between the pages of these books! The stench was strong. I pulled a musty book off the shelf and I heard a whisper coming from the other end. It was a girl.She wasn’t alone, she was with a guy who had his tongue down her throat. She was hot and she let him kiss. I hadn't seen Donna since the Sunday before, although we had spoken on the telephone several times in the evenings. I went over Thursday night to see her, and to make sure that she was ready for our San Francisco trip. While I was there, Clara treated me differently, asking me if I wanted something to drink, and bringing me a Coke when I asked her for it. She thanked me for her fancy under garments, saying that she hoped she had some special occasion someday so she could wear them."Why don't. I remember being glued to the monitor because all was new to me. It was exciting somehow. I watched his every move, every breath, every tease, and every look.So that's what it's like, I thought. What cam to cam sex is all about. It's real and does exist. And it was happening to me. But I wasn't prepared for something else: he was magnificent.He was tall, lean, and really sexy. And he was undressing for me, regardless of my futile protests to stop. And the more I looked, the more he undressed.. I was pale and shaky. “A little difference of opinion,” I told the women. “We’re still friends. Right, Ronnie?” Bending low over his plate, he muttered, “Yeah.”This had happened on a Friday, and we didn’t see much of Ron or Patty over the weekend, although we certainly heard them. Apparently he was attempting to prove to himself that he really was still a man. I’d never heard them fuck so hard, so long or so loudly before, and Monday morning when Patty left for work, she was actually walking a.