The second I saw him my heart melted and as I got closer to him over my palms started sweating and my heart was pounding so hard and I thought he'd he...ar it.He'd come on Honda Fireblade and was kitted in full leathers, sat on a bench with his lid beside him and his jacket undone revealing just a pure white t-shirt. As I stood there just looking at him trying to muster up a word, possibly two, I couldn’t help stare at his thick black hair and his sparkly blue eyes that I seemed to get lost in for. Just so long as he did not fuck up entirely, he was set and did not have to do much.Yet, he still felt that there was something missing in his life, and he had known it for some time. Sure, there were all the girls he fucked in college. Most of them did it cause they wanted his money. They were also the reason he was able to pass his classes. If they did not want his money they were so desperate to have a handsome boy pay even a modicum of attention to them they were willing to give him their. However, the thing that stuck out the most about her panties was those little pink flowers. They were s**ttered across her panties. A line of bright pink flowers covered the area where her pussy was.The moment was short lived as the girl grabbed her sweatshirt, stood up, and tossed the wet piece of clothing into the dryer. She closed the dryer door, inserted a few quarters into the coin slot, turned the heat for the dryer on, and prepared to depart.The girl smiled at me as she walked out of the. Their conversation centered on ‘shop talk’. Professor Gilbert enthralled Rebecca with descriptions of research projects to be, awards that his other grad students had won, new additions to the labs. All the time the focus returned to Rebecca and her career. It was heady for her. She knew that her imagination was soaring, she allowed herself a self indulgence. The waiter arrived with the dessert menu. ‘Professor Gilbert, I couldn’t!’ Rebecca exclaimed while glancing at the menu of sweets. She.