. "Not so unbelievable, Stevie boy. All kinds of things happen nowadays. Swapping is more common than you'd think." And -- you mean, she really talked... about me? I mean, about --?" Damn right, son. Why, she'd love to have that big eight inches of yours ramming up into her cunt! Take my word for it. She's spoken of nothing else since we got here and the entire month previous. Why, she's always had the hots for you, son. She'd love it to death to have you fuck her!" She really talks about going to. "Mine." He was now staring at them, my guess; he was hoping they wouldsimply disappear."Put it together Frank." I was so enjoying this."My panties," he said quietly, a blush had spread across his face."What do you do with your panties Frank?" I watched as he squirmed withembarrassment."I......I wear them," I swear a tear was forming in his eyes."So what are you waiting for Frank?"He gingerly lifted one leg and stepped into the bloomers, the conflictwithin him was evident, never the less he. My buddy suggested a crash at his place. He said I could crash in his neices apartmnet, he didn't think she was home anyway.He let me in, I wandered through grabbed a beer from the fridge and stripped down to my underware with the intent of jacking off. Just then the bedroom light came on, she was home. The neice and I knew each other pretty well, she's like 20 something, a little chunky but a good body with large well round tits and ass! She came out in a little satin almost see through top. It was at Harvard that he met Guy, a French Canadian also studying fine art. They got on well, they helped each other with their studies and partied together. They became almost inseparable and a force to be reckoned with by the increasing number of female students at the nearby Lasiter University for ladies. They went whoring together in downtown Boston in the area that later became known as the ‘combat zone’ and to the many opium dens around Quincy Market and the harbour. They also had sex.