Now, would you like me to help yousir, or would you rather be on your own?" I've heard it is sometimes a pain to get into these things, so if youdon't... mind, a hand would be nice."Hal bowed slightly, stepped back once and opened his hand to point to acushioned chair against the wall.I unbuttoned my loose shirt and removed my t-shirt. Again, feeling alittle uncomfortable since the last time I undressed in front of a manwas my father.When I put my jeans and shirt in a pile, I reached for a pair. Guy, a computer nerd, or a techno geek in civilian life. That was the reason for the computer science major.Caitlyn and I would chat or write each other by email. You really didn't expect a techno geek to actually hand write a letter and use snail mail did you? For the first four or five months we "wrote" at least once a week. That gradually slowed down to every ten days to two weeks. There was only so many times that you could say you missed someone and day to day details of life were a little. We headed into the gents toilets which was literally one stall and one urinal. We fit into the stall together and i whipped my throbbing cock out. As she kissed me, i undid her pants and slid them down. At this point we heard the door open as someone came into the locker room, and the toilet. Luckily they didn't want to use the stall, otherwise we'd have been screwed but luckily they left. Being that the stall was so small, we had to do doggy style which she wasn't a fan of as "i'd be looking. It was a little weird to see not wearing her glasses as her sparkling blues eyes stared at me. A playful smile crossed her pouty pink glossy lips and she gave her cute little button nose a wiggle just to be silly.She wore a short pink sheath dress that fit her petite cello figure nicely. The dress had a keyhole cutout between her breast that showed off a fair bit of her grapefruit sized breast that looked fairly large due to her small stature. The dress came down to just above her knees with a.