That was when I noticed the tongue piercing. My hand went for her left breast and fit nicely. I worked my way under her top and bra and found the firm...ness I expected. Her nipple had already hardened and her breath began to shorten. As fast as it had happened it was over. She pulled my hand away, fixed her top and said if we spent any more time doing that, she wouldn’t have the time to suck my cock. She dropped to her knees while opening my shorts and went right to work on licking my erection. It was ran by women, so once again I was alone in a room full of women. The conversations were all about the other guys in our class. Sitting in that computer lab writing out my stories, I again found myself learning to much about a guys I knew. They were talking about this guy being hotter than that guy. Why this guy was more attractive than the other. It was a conversation I was trying to drown out with an article I was writing about current school events, when I heard myself being talked. He slipped it off. Without being told to, she uncrossed and re-crossed the other way around. The image of Sharon Stone doing just that entered her head. She wondered if he had made that connection. If he had, he gave no indication of it. She had forgotten they were not alone. She watched him at her feet as if he were her lover. He slipped off the other shoe and placed them both neatly alongside each other, on the floor by the side of the chair. He stood up and gazed at her thoughtfully for a. At least, that is what I was telling myself as I knelt down and started licking and sucking the first strange cock I’d ever touched in my life. My own cock strained against it’s constricting cage as I took this other cock deeper into my mouth. In my mind I was pleasuring myself and not another man. He started thrusting deeper into my throat, his hands interlocked around the back of my head. Just then someone else walked it to the bathroom. I tried to pull away from the cock in my mouth, but the.