But I didn't see my flatbutt. Instead as I looked I saw a perfectly rounded feminine ass. Icould only see the left-hand side but I saw enough to see t...he curvatureof my waist and hairless thigh.Shocked I stood longer looking then you'd expect. I was amazed. Awed.Over the next week I would return to my mirror each night. Spending moreand more time looking at the beautiful me. When I touched my body shetouched hers. It wasn't mine because my hands felt my balls and penis asshe felt her Venus mound. Their conversations, at first, were academic, but then began to deepen into personal and emotional areas. Douglas found himself opening up to her and his confidence grew. They went to a couple of mixers together and had a couple of dances but he always felt like an awkward child. After three years of lunches, dances and dinners, he finally got up the nerve to ask her to the university’s biggest dance, the Spring Cotillion and was delighted that she agreed to go with him. He rented his tux,. “Dude, I think we are done here. Let’s move on to the other bed. Nick tore two small holes in the netting on the edge of the box spring and began stuffing pantyhose inside. He did the stuffing as I handed him the hose. We progressed much faster this way as he could stuff several pair at once with each hand. We reached the point with the spare bed where it too was packed and looked as if the netting might come down. We had yet to open the second bag of pantyhose and still had approximately 100. I'm not sure who let out more of a moan. Mel or my friend.But that noise had such an effect on me. I sucked Mel's cock like my life depended on it. I pulled out all my tricks. I stroked with both hands. I rubbed her cock all over my face. All the time my friend was giving me words of encouragement. If by encouragement you mean suck that dick. Look at that little whore sucking dick, etc.And then I had an idea. I stopped sucking (but kept stroking) and ask Mel if I should get Mr. Stanley and Mr..