Inside… it’s just another Friday night for CCL. No classes tomorrow, hence the beer truck delivery. The freshmen pledges are all present and accou...nted for, some of them due for their initiations.CCL is well-known for its uninhibited, honest, sapphic practices. In fact, it’s become almost a brand. Being a sister of CCL is a badge of honor that identifies any girl as not being just another college grad, but someone who knows how to have fun and loves women.That said, the life of CCL hasn’t been a. "Yes, Bob, you're doing it good, goooooood," escaped sputtering from her open mouth.His lips rounded and fully covered the hotly clasping opening and he thrust his tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from Betty whose convulsively throbbing thighs pressed around either side of his moving head. Bob could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of the warmly palpitating vaginal opening dilated and closed in a hungry little sucking motion,. They could then see that the women are being well cared for and connubial bliss would still be available to them. As for us, I would be there every third night, but you would still be down to only four of your mates.”“I don’t care how it works out, but I definitely need you, even if it was only for one day out of three. Get Phil on it, to come up with a schedule, and you can announce it tonight at the nightly conference. Tomorrow night will be the first transfer. Will that work for you?”“Yes. My blood simmered as I felt everything build."Sit up." Lia withdrew her hand from my pussy and pushed at my shoulders.Breathing hard, I rose off her and moved to sit while she slipped off the couch. She knelt in front of me and reached up to snag my panties. Her eyes met mine and never left as she pulled them down. I lifted my hips to help and then my feet, one at a time, as she slipped the lacy thing off. She spread my legs and got between them."Feel good?" she asked."God, yes." Want me to do.