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I nodded at him and he gulped. I laughed to myself, thinking that this babe was a virgin. "How old are you?" I asked him.
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"Nineteen, huh? What's your name?" He nodded to the first and replied "David" to the second.
He looked again at the notes in front of him, his eyes slowly following the thick dark traces of the statement I had written. "Are you really not wearing any panties?" he asked.
I smiled - another one hooked. I parted my legs slightly, pointed at the gap in my skirt and said, "Why don't you check."
He licked his lips and tentatively moved one hand towards me. It chat with sexy girls and I took hold of it, pulling it to the hem of my skirt then releasing it, telling him to go on. With a gasp he plunged his hand under my skirt and brushed it roughly over the soft, bald flesh of my cunt. His clammy fingers dove quickly into my smooth pussy, probing it clumsily, without skill. Thankfully, for me anyway, the exhibitionism of this sexual encounter in a lecture theatre had me wet enough that he didn't hurt me, though his fumbling brought me no pleasure.
He removed his hand and, not sure what to do, said "Wow." The chat cam girls bump in his jeans had grown still further.
I glanced around - we were at the top of the room and no one could see us. |
