. a hard copy invite? And they’re gonna have PCs? PCs? Nobody uses them anymore.‘Probably bogus. Maybe some sort of scam. I’m not even gonna ReS...VuP.’The nearby trash basket was half full with various colored sheets advertising events on campus. Chris tossed the invitation and envelope on top of them and went back to the dorm.Seventeen days later, Chris’ mobile device beeped. That event alone was unusual enough. Chris never got a comm call. A 15 year-old in the freshman year at M.I.T. just did. I feel your ass then pull you to me. With my head resting on your belly, I run my hands down the back of your legs. I lean back and now run my hand up the inside of your leg. As I reach the tops of your stockings you shutter. I reach the bottoms of your panties and my gentile touch makes your knees start to buckle. I run my hand over your panties from the bottom bulge, back up the middle, gently stroking your ass crack.I run my hands ever so gently, barely touching you, all around your panties.. The engine turned over, the powerful motor purred like a caged lion. I heard the crunching of the gravel under wheels as we pulled out of the parking lot onto the roadway.My hands were free, I clutched the cuff’s inside my left hand and moved my right hand around and unbuckled my belt. Opening my eyes, I studied the back of the cop’s heads, they had removed their hats and stuck them on the dashboard wedged between windshield and dash at the front. The men were having a disagreement, Tweddle. As he continued to kiss my neck more heavily, he made a sucking motion in between as well. I took a long deep breath and softly moaned. He put his right hand on my left tits and he started to rub my nipple. He noticed I began to feel stimulated, as my nipple hardened as he rubbed it more. He slipped his right hand down into the blankets and placed it around my left inner thigh. He then began to rub it with a little more pressure. "Ahhh babe..." I moaned softly.He moved back from kissing my.