And so was knowing that anyone could come round the corner and see me like this. I knew the skimpy black lace bra and panties I was wrapped in didn’...t hide much and the look on his face told me he liked what he saw through them. He held my dress open and leaned in to kiss me again, pushing his tongue hard into my mouth before stepping back to admire me again. I reached out to touch him but he pushed my hands back against the wall, pinning them above my head with one of his. He reached out and. "Watch me Paul," Tracy says as she's fingering herself furiously, "watch me as you fuck that bitch, use her ass like you used my pussy."I feel the rhythmic thrusting in my ass and keep watching Tracy, unfortunately from my position I can't see her fingering her pussy, although I can see her arm moving. But I can sense that all eyes are staring at her and it is very obvious she is geting close, "mmmmmmmm, yes, yes, yes, keep fucking her, use her ass, yes watch me, you can't touch me, but watch. We soon became inseparable, sharing the trials and tribulations of our first year in college. She was so kind hearted and warm I easily told her every private secret. She never judged me but just seemed to know my heart without me explaining everything. After my starchy upbringing it just felt so amazing to be surrounded by such easy comfort. Our dorm room was marginally larger than a closet and our beds were only about fifteen inches apart. One overly warm night I was having trouble sleeping. A particular story (I don't recall exactly what happened in it) involved someone spying on a couple in a library - how appropriate, I remember thinking - but stuff like that never happens to me.But as I sat there pulsing and resisting the urge to pet my prod, I was struck by a moment of inspiration. Taking the mildest of the letters mags (that I'd just finished), it occurred to me - well, I'd probably just throw it out anyway - why not, um, share it around a bit?Making sure nobody was observing.