Then we can have a “study room” and a game room with a big TV!” Frank says as his big goofy smile gets even wider. Honestly… It’s not that bad of an idea. Now that I think about it, it’s a great idea. “That sounds good to me,” Jeremiah says. I nod my head. “Yeah, I’m down,” We go to the other room sexy and lug the bunk bed over and put it against the opposite wall of the other bunk bed. “I wonder who our fourth roommate is?” I ask. “I hope he’s not a tool,” Jeremiah says. “I really don’t want any drama.” “Yeah, no doubt,” I agree. Wow, was I wrong about Jeremiah... I guess not all jocks are brainless. “I’ve got a good vibe, this year’s going to be gold, silver, and bronze,” Frank says. “This is the room, mom!” One of the most feminine voices I’ve ever heard beautiful says. Suddenly a small kid bursts into the room loaded up like a pack mule. He sees us and drops his duffle bag, pillow and the rest of his shit on the floor. “Uh… Hi!” “Hey man, what’s up. I’m Frank. But you can call me Chiefer. Or the Herbalist. I also go by the Herbivore, Space Cowboy, High Flyer, Rasta Man, The Enlightened, Mr. Puffer, Bong Buddy, Air Head, Bush Docter, Spleef Bongtoker, Purple babe Monkey Balls, Reefer Chiefer, Smokie McPot or whatever.” Jeremiah turns to me. “Does he always do amateur that when he introduces himself?” “I have no idea, just met him.” “Ooh. I just thought you guys juicy were friends or something.” “Honey, did you remember to pack enough underwear?” A tall blonde walks in with legs that go for days and a bust that you could drown in. All of our shower jaws just dropped. “Yes, mom! We just kept rocking back and forth. Her snatch squeezed around my dick while moans echoed through the room. She had B cup breasts, a trim waist with a bit of love handles, and a huge 40-inch ass that he wished he could dive into face first. She knew they tortured POW's. “We're ahead of schedule here, and I can fly down on Wednesday. The two men turned off the lights before exiting and disappearing into the night. With trembling fingers she reached up and slowly unbuckled each button on his trousers. A person can get some very great instruction in these schools, since the professors don’t have to publish and so you get them in the classes and not some student instructor. She buried into me again and again. We have about 1500 square feet, so about $9700 per month. “She’d probably ground beautiful me for a month.” Barb looks similar to her aunt Rhonda, especially around the eyes and lips. She wasn't just flawless in her bone structure, her skin seemed smooth as satin and she radiated an exquisite beauty. Then in standing position, he carefully lowered me and I cried in pleasure as his thick, sexy hot cock shower invaded my cunt slowly, rubbing wet cunt walls. < She needs a hug from you, with some shagging. "Get him on his back!" Then the girls. And what makes this situation even worse - we’ve only just come out of communication silence, and discovered it. She was a babe woman now…a complete woman…no longer a virgin in any way and longed for another afternoon. “You’re such a fucking tease, Adam” she panted. “Okay guys, fair is fair, I told you to lose the clothes now it’s my turn,” she said. With any luck she would be healed in a week or less. I wondered if she was good at giving blowjob, she wasn’t. So, I took the liberty of having my way with her and started fucking her mouth hard. Aside from wondering when his toast and coffee might magically appear, I doubt he would even have noticed if I wasn’t there. “Lucky.” "Uh, I guess so," I admitted as I looked down at my hands, " You're not mad at me are you?" She kind of moaned and then started to kiss me the same way only she pushed me against one of the tables. Pam is a very sexy woman, but in our “girl talks,” she has confided that her sex life with her boyfriend and exes has never been anything exciting or� hot. I fuck her harder and harder to turn them both on even more. He suggested that I keep talking to Linda as we walked, so they would be able to keep track of where we were at. I got on my brother's lap (like mom did to juicy dad) and began grinding. The Dreamfoil went into her herbalists pouch as she stood again, shaking her hands clear of the mud that they’d quickly picked up. He had a strong grip on my head, holding amateur me perfectly still, as he pushed his hips forward. "Uh, nothing.