As you can clearly see, I had not expected to encounter what had happened, but I soft placeure you, it is true. Nearly a week ago, I had broken up with my girlfriend.

The reason was clear, I work hard, so naturally I party harder.

Living on the border of Michigan and Indiana, there isn't much to do. I live in a state of dementia where routine soft placeumes the role of everyday life. I failed to mention that I'm in my third year of med school in Toledo, MUO. The problem is that I had to do a group presentation so naturally we're working at my friend Sara's house to finish up our work.

Grand ol' study sessions? I think not, Sara spiked our drinks with Vanilla Absolut and before we knew it, we didn't know anything. I was fine until the Jose Cuervo came up from hiding. I drank half a bottle in less than half an hour and did I feel great. Needless to say, the redhead and I had a great night without the drinks. Don't be alarmed, that was not the story. This, however, is. In hearing my testimony of my studying, my dear girlfriend gave me her hand or columbus. I chose columbus and there you have it, the story didn't man it's ground. I partied with the best of them in Columbus and when I came back, it was time to work. I started writing my report on microbial growth.

Finished it, all forty pages.

Then it came time to hand it in to my lovely teaching soft placeistant, Lacy. She was all alone in her office. I started to comment on how she did a great job throughout the semester and she retorted with what a pleasure it was. I noticed she had some red on her shirt and I pointed it out.

Turns out it was bacteria, the nasty kind, GAS. She immediately ripped her shirt off and I wanted to see if the bacteria had gotten to her skin. The spot was almost near her collar line so as I looked, I noticed nothing wrong.

I, however, did notice her breathing and her looking at me. That is when I took the liberty I had so desperately wanted.

Her, being a 25 PhD student, and genius with nice creamy skin led my imagination running rampant once or twice. I kissed her neck and her breathing became more fierce.

I slowly began to take my four fingers and I streamed them down her golden blonde hair. She told me, "we shouldn't." I definitely did not stop. I began to nibble on her ear and she put her small hands inside my boxers, firmly grasping my cheeks. At that time, I knew there was no going back so I slid her satin black thong down her legs through her crimson, cotton skirt. I picked her up by her soft place and put her on her paper ridden desk. She began to unbuckle my leather brown belt and unbutton my favorite weathered blue jeans. As she did, that, I threw off my white tee. She began to pant and at that very moment, I knew she was ready. I slowly slid my tongue up and down that cleanly shaven personal place and as I did, she clenched her legs around my head. She began to squirm and moan.

I could feel how wet she was as my tongue slid up and down and I couldn't resist any longer, I had to have her. I grabbed her legs and all she could do was moan as I brought her closer to me. I finished pulling down my boxers and I brought her closer to me. As we began to touch, I thrusted myself into her deep wetness, she moaned even louder with pleasure. I slowly inserted and retracted and she loved it, probably not as much as me.

I felt she was ready when she opened her eyes and I gave her all I had for a good 45 minutes. Every minute of penetration was pure bliss.

Just when I was ready to finish up, she said, "let me stand up." I figured she was going to cut me short, damn bitch.

That's when I was wrong, she told me, "from behind, " as she was breathing hysterically. I shook my head and said thank you.

I decided to take hold of her firm, creamy breasts as I had my way with her. The minutes continue to pass and I hear her getting progressively louder and more intense. I feel it's the best time to release and as I do, she starts screaming for she was done as well. How mutual this whole affair was and all because I chose to go study. The wonders of studying, it's grand. The Oz Man