I am a social freak and I regularly do sexting with random people. I am posting this conversation because Emma (girl name in the sex story) likes it.S...o, I am gonna share my sexting with you all. Please ignore spelling mistakes and grammar thing because it’s what’s app chatting, lol.Am not gonna share every detail but her name is Emma (name changed) and from some Arabic country who just turned 18 last month. She is 5’6 height black eyes and always wears a scarf and 38 c boobs size, so you can. I stood looking at Veronica for a second before going in to her apartment. Her look was very different from our encounter that morning. Gone were the jogging bottoms and sweatshirt. She was now wearing a very high pair of stiletto heels, fishnet stockings, a tiny black mini skirt that barely covered her suspender belt and an extremely tight red satin blouse that struggled to contain her massive breasts. Her hair was up and her make up was think and heavy with exceptionally glossy scarlet. “I want to go to Hillsdale!” he blurted. Then looking up at his mother he added, “It would be much better for the guys, too. And ... and ... Tony Kramer is the best quarterback I’ve ever seen. And Paul Christian is even faster than I am...” At that point John just ran down and stopped.“John, dear,” Andy asked with a wry grin, “why in hell do you think I just gave half a billion dollars to Hillsdale? In the vernacular, it’s known as buying you in.”“But what for?” John asked. “Notre Dame wanted. I gulped. Was he REALLY going to stand there and strip for me? He opened his jeans and slipped them down his long, ripped thighs, therewas a hell of a bulge in his tight underpants. His cock looked bigger than when he got hard in the art class. He stooped to pull his boots off, then pulled his jeans down and off,and stood there in his tight black underwear (and socks). He put his hands on his hips as if to say 'What do you think?' "Go on" I said He gripped the waistband of his pants "These?".