She began rubbing her pussy along my thigh and I realized she had nothing on.I moved slowly down to her nipples. Taking one in my mouth, I sucked on i...t through her dress. Her skirt was now up at her waist exposing her to the warm, setting sun.Stacey was now moaning loudly and moving faster on my thigh as my mouth moved to one nipple. My fingers went to the other and I pinched and teased it to stiffness. The one in my mouth with tongue swirling over it instantly became stiff.She pulled my head. It went well, as a party full of 20 year olds goes. The music blasted, people danced, karaoke was sung and drunken speeches were made. And before long I found myself outside sitting alone in the dark gardens. I’d manage to find myself a rope swing tied to a tree in the large open field surrounding the hall we rented out and I sat to smoke. The air was still warm, gently clinging to my bare face and hands but not warm enough to make me sweat. I drunkenly swung too and fro. Not entirely sure. I stay clean, and wear dress shirt and silk pants to class. I don’t believe in wearing clothes that are too casual. Even to go to class, I dress professionally. As a Black male student, I have an image to maintain. The world automatically assumes all Black men are criminals, thugs, and can only succeed as athletes and entertainers. Well, I’m going to be a corporate mogul someday. After graduating from Deval Patrick College in 2012, I’m heading to Suffolk University for my MBA. I have it all. He was beginning to feel a mite bit fuzzy himself as he sang the alphabet with Big Bird and Snuffy. How the hell could he resist singing with Muppets -- especially when he was laid up with bandages covering most of his body -- including the part that planted his seed? Not being able to have the chance to make babies for several weeks was going to be his end; he just knew it was. If only he had not gotten out of bed yesterday morning!He knew the minute he woke up without a boner, and his wife.