Not even in the top three." So you've shown in my class. Keep up the good work."I had a lot of respect for Professor Belmont. History class was still ...a lot of mindless memorization, but on top of that, he encouraged honest discussions about the real world events and conditions that surrounded them. Some of it was pretty entertaining, but he would always fire back with a good overview of the social, cultural and political realities of that day that helped you to understand why things happened. And so with very little expectation of a "good" year, I boarded the school bus and headed off to the three-story red brick bastille that would be my second home for the next nine months.The bus ride was everything I expected; noisy, rambunctious, and crowded. It was the perfect way to start off the school year and only confirmed my suspicions that this was going to be another year of sheer hell.Fortunately, it wasn't a long ride to school; only about twenty minutes. And soon enough, we were. I had a couple of dances with him and in the course of conversation he said they were staying at a condominium close by. I told him that was where we lived and he asked what floor and room because he thought they may be close by. They were 4 floors above us and the conversation changed to something else. We left about 2am and Len and I didn’t worry about driving as we were able to walk to our condo.After we got home and in bed and had one last good fucking for the night we went off to sleep. . She pulled his hand higher, until the fingers were on her crotch. He found she was not wearing any panties. He felt slick wetness, almost hot to the touch. She was bare of hair, her lips swollen, juicy, begging to be touched and penetrated."Oh my God," he muttered, letting his fingers glide up and down, smearing her juices around, probing between her lips. His cock, which had been semi-hard for the past ten minutes, now solidified into a turgid, almost painful mass. He turned his head to look.