It was back in an era when it was legal to drink at eighteen and I looked every bit of that and then some. I was rarely carded. My grades suffered and... I ended up with a 2.6 GPA for the first semester. Dad called me up and read me the riot act.I got in with some hippies that were living off campus and I discovered the joys of cannabis smoke and speed. I really got strung out and my grades went all the way down to a 2.1. I at least completed all of my classes. I got several C's and one B. Dad was. Another Black dude got up and put his hand up her skirt from behind. She now had a Black man front and back feeling her up.They undid her blouse, unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor. In a flash, her bra was undone and those beautiful breasts bounced out. She stood in front of the Blacks naked except for purple garter belt, nylons and the stiletto sharp platform heels.The scene changed. A tattooed Black reclined leisurely on a large sofa. He had short nappy hair, a silver ear ring and. . After two min he thought that I was in deep sleep.. And raised my top and touching my bare back and waist.. I was in clouds.. I was much struggled for pretending my sleep.. I got wet down there..Now he was out of his senses.. And started moving a bit fast.. And now shoved his hand slowly inside my panty and feeling my bare butts.. Now both hands on my butts and his dick was very hard and moving fast but same time trying his best for not disturbing me much.. Now he was into his peeks and his. I'll cum and shoot sperm out of my penis.” I explain things so nicely as I stand here fondling myself. “I can control it for a while if I take my time…. but if I stroke myself a little bit harder. . . I could cum right now.” That thought is overwhelming. It almost obliterates all reasoning – I actually have to fight the impulse to follow through at that very moment. “But the more I play with myself the better my orgasm feels. . . . ”“And that’s when you cum?” she asks in a business-like.