Kim and I attended a couple of the college parties at frat houses and found that they were no more than an excuse to get bombed on booze or drugs and ...have indiscriminate sex with whoever will hold still long enough. I was not interested in banging a variety of girls and after Kim was hit on by a few guys we decided that was not for us. We could have sex, or more correctly make love, any time we wanted in the safety of my house or hers and we didn't need drugs or alcohol to get us in the mood.. One late afternoon, I ran into her in a hallway. No one was working in that area of the building at night. She tripped and almost fell, but I caught her. I asked her if she was alright. She said nothing. She stuttered and said she hurt her ankle. For some reason, I did not believe her hesitant voice. Being a gentlemen, I offered to help her to a chair. She was fairly lightweight and could not help to look at her shoulders. I did not believe she was wearing a bra. When she sat down in the nearby. She explained how they were both awkward and clumsy with each other as they explored each other's sex organs. She wanted me to properly examine her son, since he seemed to like having another male doing things to him; she wanted to see how he would react in an intense, true medical setting. She expressed her wish to watch the entire examination, and she said she would not be a bother while it was going on. She had heard about my nurse and me from a friend who had brought an unruly daughter to. ”“Does what?” “Masturbates!” As Brenda speaks her own hand slides up the inside of her thigh to her bush and fingers her gaping wide vagina. I spread my legs, brace myself for pleasure, thrust my hips forward. I wrap my hand round my cock with my thumb and forefinger in a ring just below my penis head, my other fingers loosely round my shaft. I tug and stroke, with my eyes locked on Brenda still squatting in front of me with her face level with my penis head. It’s the wank of all wanks. I take.