I raised my hips and discreetly moved my cock out of the way. She pulled them all the way off and dropped them on a chair. Then she began to knead my ...ass. Again, I was impressed with the strength of her hands.She massaged my thighs. Every so often I would feel her hands brush my balls. The sensation just made my cock harder. She proceeded down my legs all the way to my toes.“Roll over. It’s time for the front.” As I flopped on my back, my cock stood straight up, swaying in the air. “Doesn’t it. “It’s just I didn’t plan on doing this. I need to shower and get cleaned up.”“I’ll change the sheets. Come on, I’m about to lose control here.”I smiled at his insistence. I reached out for his muscled chest and felt the roundness of his pectoral muscles. I moved a little on his cock and he moaned. I found his nipples and worked them until they were pointed and stiff, pulled at them.He leaned forward and we kissed again, our cocks bent against our stomachs. I wanted him and he wanted me but I. His uniform was untidy and wrinkled – even torn in several places. ‘Femaron Baglian always suspected that Firearon Loke’s bad hair days were not accidental,’ Majgen thought to herself, ‘but he never knew for sure.’ She giggled as she acquired images from Loke’s emanations of the methods he used to keep his hair in such extreme disarray. Her secret entertainment was well hidden by the amusement Loke knowingly inspired in her with his jokes and funny accounts of the world of comedy. Loke was. She remembered sneaking into the club with her friend Alice, wearing some clothes they'd borrowed from her older sister. Their fake ID's worked and they got into Club Rooster. She remembered dancing with some frat boys from the local college, remembered one of them groping her and having to hide on the other side of the club from him. Then Lisa remembered the older man, the one sleeping on her left, offering to buy her a drink. From there it was just flashes. The club started to spin and.