"Hello", extending my hand, "You must be Miss Ferguson's roommate, she speaks very highly of you, and seeing you in person I can understand her attrac...tion. Why don't you two lovely ladies step into my office and make yourselves comfortable. I'll get Pamela's file and some refreshments and we'll get started". She squeezed my hand like a linebacker clutches a football and stared down into my eyes. "Make it quick buster, I want to know what the fuck you did to my girl and you better have some good. “I agree with that, and he’s hung like a stud horse too,” Maggie said.When we went to our room, the first thing Audrey did was ramble through her mom’s purse with both hands.“What are you looking for Hon?” Anita asked her.“You used to carry a small tape measure in your purse and I wanted to use it.”“It’s in there, look in the side pocket.”“Here it is. Let’s go to the roof and look down on the world. I want to see my mom get fucked by Joe’s cock,” Audrey said.Anita looked at us and shrugged her. Marnie saw her looking and winked. Talk about a brand new world! She suddenly realized John’s hand was under her shirt, stroking her bare back.“How nice, no bra, we got to look!’ The hand on her shoulder pushed her back and the other hand popped the two buttons holding her shirt. Before she could complain she was pulled back into an embrace, now her breasts were rubbing directly on John’s tee shirt. He had danced her over to a couch and, and, and she was sitting in his lap!!! She couldn’t. A petite Brazilian, she had jet black hair the length of her back, flawless bronze skin, large, dark brown eyes, and a lissome, graceful body. At twenty, she was almost insatiably sexual. We would have sex five or six times a week, sometimes three times a day. Everything from long languid afternoons of massage and foreplay to quickies in public places. Once at a baseball game she sat on my lap in a tactically parted wrap around skirt. On another, we fuck like mink, buck naked, on the altar of a.