Only in my knickers, I bit my lip again, slightly frustrated at this habit I have when excited. I can’t help but biting my lip, or even nibbling at ...mine or my partner’s fingers. I put my dress on a chair, and looked around as they were all staring at me. I felt shy all of a sudden, and blushed. I had never done anything like this before, and it was intimidating and sexy all at the same time. Feeling brave, I sat down on Harry’s lap, facing him, with my legs on either side of him on the sofa. My. She had nice legs, too.“I’m Carol,” she said. “Carol Dane. Can you tell me your name?”“Jake Stevens,” he replied. “Headed to work. 2015. Obama. Don’t worry, I think I’m intact. Ow!” Carol was swabbing at what was obviously an open wound on his scalp.Carol chuckled. “Just checking. This doesn’t look too bad, but you should really stick around so the EMTs can look at you.”Jake nodded. “Thanks. What the hell happened?”“I’m not sure, it looks like a car swerved into the wrong lane. It’s a mess over. I woke up naked the next morning in one of the frat brother’s beds.” She smiled slightly and said, “He jumped up and yelled, ‘Who the hell are you?’ I asked, ‘Where am I?’ and he started saying, ‘Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. You’re going to claim we drugged you.’ I told him to calm down, that I knew he didn’t drug me. I would even sign a paper or something if he was worried. After everything settled down, one of the brothers gave me a shirt that I could wear back to the dorm. My books were where. She would walk over to where he sat, grab his hand and slowly guide it up her thigh. He mentally melted at the thought of coming into contact with her wet crotch. If she had only know who many buckets of cum he had spilled to that thought.As he began to drift into the joyful bliss of his imagination and slowly rubbing his crotch, a sudden loud knock at his door brought him back into reality. As he adjusted himself, he walked over and opened the door and there she was. In a t-shirt and.