OOC closed for Mr Bates and me, but we do have room for my roommate Maureen
I arose and started to get ready for class. Trying to decide what to wear to English class where I always sat in the front row and flashed my hunk of a professor, with my skimpy thong under my short skirt. I thought of my roommate's little yellow sweater, that was tight on me but showed off my tits and looked especially nice when i went to the prof's office after class for a little extra instruction.
I wandered into her room wearing only my bra and skirt, and was shocked to see a sight that really surprised me. There on her bed laid her boyfriend whom I knew of course, stark naked with his rigid cock in his hand working it under the cover of her little filmy panties. Maureen had an early class and had left already.
I thought he had left, even after Maureen had brought him back to our rooming house last night.
He saw me and stopped and I told him to keep going, as it was turning me on. He looked at me and resumed, and I lifted my skirt and rubbed myself, thinking about how i had done it last night listening to their bed squeak and creak through the thin walls. It dawned on me that this time i wasnt alone.
I arose and started to get ready for class. Trying to decide what to wear to English class where I always sat in the front row and flashed my hunk of a professor, with my skimpy thong under my short skirt. I thought of my roommate's little yellow sweater, that was tight on me but showed off my tits and looked especially nice when i went to the prof's office after class for a little extra instruction.
I wandered into her room wearing only my bra and skirt, and was shocked to see a sight that really surprised me. There on her bed laid her boyfriend whom I knew of course, stark naked with his rigid cock in his hand working it under the cover of her little filmy panties. Maureen had an early class and had left already.
I thought he had left, even after Maureen had brought him back to our rooming house last night.
He saw me and stopped and I told him to keep going, as it was turning me on. He looked at me and resumed, and I lifted my skirt and rubbed myself, thinking about how i had done it last night listening to their bed squeak and creak through the thin walls. It dawned on me that this time i wasnt alone.
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