My girlfriend’s name is Rachel. We’ve been dating for over a year now, since high school. She’s super thin and pretty, with brown hair and brown... eyes. We are going to the same college, Ohio University. The dorms are not coed, so we lived in separate dormitories. I hoped we wouldn’t be super limited in seeing each other, but from what I had heard of college life, I feared the worst. I sent her a text. ME: About to start first class. Here goes nothing… RACHEL: What class? ME: Biology. Dr. White.. I hope that he is wrong because we both want grandchildren, but he is rarely wrong, so I am trying to make the transition as easy as possible."Okay, now you two may go to bed if you wish."We were polite enough to allow Mom to finish her last sentence, but we have no idea whether or not Dad had anything to add. What we did in bed is so obvious that I am not going to describe it here. However, I will say that both of us were sore in slightly different places. I was walking kind of funny, so I was. They had shared two or three episodes, that was all. The fight was even now a wildly exciting memory for both of them. The butterfly vibrator was, of course, unforgettable, Laura knew, but it was not even painful. And then Laura had tied her breasts once and pulled the rope up through her pussy, and Randi had died of coming. Even that had not been particularly painful, not when Laura thought of whipping Earlene's pussy, or crushing her or Karen's breasts in the fiendish clamp.But Randi knew. I pulled on a pair of pyjama pants and walked bleary eyed down the stairs. Pepper was standing on a box ordering the troops as they unloaded her loot. She wasn't actually helping, but she was wearing a bandana which she seemed to think gave her a 'moving in' look.'Hey, Hunter!' she said brightly, 'I didn't wake you did I?''You know bloody well you woke me up, you mole. What are you doing here so early?'She shrugged, 'I couldn't let you two ruin the place with your tacky furniture could I?''It.