“Two cokes, lots and lots of ice!” The waitress gave a look of understanding. Rachel took sat on a stool to wait: she could see the women was ove...rrun with orders. All of a sudden Rachel felt a presence to her left, a very warm presence that kicked up her temperature tenfold. She looked over with a hint of annoyance to see an extremely attractive man. His floppy blond hair fell across his forehead, slightly curled with sweat. He had soft green eyes with crinkles in the corner and his jaw was. The cheerleaders secured my hands to the professor's chair as they tied me up. Then they stepped aside. “Alright, ladies, stand back,” Natalia announced. “The captain always goes first.” Natalia lifted her miniskirt up, slid her orange briefs down her legs, and removed them. She rubbed her panties all over my face before she tossed them onto the professor's desk. Then she moved her twat onto my mouth. “Now taste me,” she ordered. I pressed my tongue onto Natalia's clit and began to lick it. . I immediately fell back into an exhausted sleep.Some seemingly too brief time later, then I was again awakened. The windows weren't much brighter, but what woke me this time was wetness. To be precise, June had brought a basin of soapy water and was using a washcloth to clean my cock. (Remember where it had been last.) She was gentle and attentive with my tender dick and oh, so meticulous. When she was done, a little soap film clung to my cock, but she took care of this. She disappeared for a. Classes, however, had started well, surprisingly enough. I was taking a variety. Stanford required general-type courses, like a humanities course and a writing course. Despite being a computer geek, I had always done well in that sort of thing-especially writing. I worked hard at that. Hey, I wanted to go into computer research. I wanted to help develop the next generation of computer applications. Being able to write up research findings was a plus. So, I did well in the writing courses. I was.