“A good time, Charlie?” I smile, no one ever calls me Charlie anymore. I haven’t heard that since my father passed two years ago. Tim knows all... about that. I think I sat in his bar for two days straight, crying into a bottle of whiskey. Tim took care of me then. “If you want a good time, Charlie, I will give you one.” Tim lowers his head and nips my ear as he speaks. “You came in tonight with a purpose. You are trying to forget someone, trying to get over someone. Who is it? Tell me.” My head. He inserted his tongue inside my mouth and exchanged saliva. Andrew did the work at the bottom very well. He stretched my legs and rubbed his face on my pussy. With his fingers he opened my pussy lips and inserted his tongue deep inside. He bit the clitoris and his finger was playing with my ass whole. I was aroused to the maximum in my life. His tongue rubbed the wall of my pussy and played well inside my pussy for about five minutes. I was enjoying his tongue play and I reached the orgasm.. I rented the storage unit for a year and paid in advance.Moving into the freshman dorms was going to be a wrenching change. I could have afforded an apartment, but RPI required all freshmen to live on campus. The only exceptions were students whose parents lived nearby, and I only ever met one guy who qualified. Everybody else lived in the freshman dorms, which a national college guide had described as being constructed in ‘the neo-penitentiary style.’ I could attest to that. Short of bars on. The prints came out nice. Etty had a great eye for photography and I complemented her on her talent. We liked to show each other the prints we had developed, commenting and suggesting improvements in a positive non critical manner.Our photos became more intimate with the time passing. More closeups of our faces, more closeups of intimate body parts. Our nudist lifestyle became also freer. If at the start of our common nudist phase, there was no touching of intimate body parts in front of each.