“How’s it going?” she said. Any particular fetish she likes or doesn’t?”
Sarah thought. She was pulling off Sarah’s shirt, and Sarah was pulling off hers. Along with other things. It was on a weird side street I had never heard of before, with a giant unmonitored parking lot opposite which, as far as I could tell, was always nearly empty. No, I wasn’t dreaming. At 6:49 sharp, I found the gate of the secret entrance. The panties were sopping. Drops of her drool crept down to my testicles. On my hands and knees, I found myself glancing up under Sarah’s dress for a moment, at a familiar-looking wet spot. “Good as it gets,” I replied. No, I wasn’t dreaming. “That’s terrible!”
“I forgot to mention,” said Sarah. Any particular fetish she likes or doesn’t?”
Sarah thought. . I got my phone out as well and did the same. We continued down the alley, and reached a doorway to the cellar of the sorority building. “I was wondering if you’d show,” said Kelly, smiling.
