It was Jerry. I did my best, being as drunk as I was, to sneak a peek at what Jerry was doing on the recliner. Yep, he was "secretly" jacking off. He ...was being quiet about it but I could tell he slowly pumping on himself. I kept trying to look over to see if his dick was really in his hand but his pillow was still obscuring my view. After drinking all of that vodka, I just passed out. I recall Jerry poking fun of me and calling me a light weight but I didn't care. He even threw a pillow at me. I was brought back to reality as Robert said 'My name is Robert and I just started to attend here. So since this is an all male school, do we get to date the girls in our neighboring school or just fuck each other.' Some what shocked, I looked up at his face and saw a face that melted my heart and caused me to want to tell him {you can fuck me anytime.}, but I managed to hold my peace and say to him 'I am David perhaps we can get together later and check out the neighborhood.' Robert looked a. One fond memory was going to a shopping mall helping her try on various high heels after dinner. Betty was still wearing her work clothes and it was such a turn on seeing her sexy cute size 7 feet with pretty painted toenails covered with tan pantyhose slipping into various shoes. I finally convinced her to buy these 4.5 inch spiked heeled bright red pumps which were difficult for her to walk in but made my cock hard as steel. The young saleslady probably thought it was pretty strange that this. . . "She stopped me before I could finish "It's okay, I know your wife (she giggled) and I'd hide in the garage too." There was another pause before she looked at me and said "I always wondered if you came out here for this, I just never had the courage to come see." The scene on the TV changed as she moved toward me. "Can I watch?" I stuttered and eventually eked out a timid "sure."That's when she decided to take control and step to my side. Her hand reached for my waistband and slowly pulled.