"What Are Friends For?"
Parking Lot Sexcapades
The rambling estate hall, which is Leeza Gibbon's California home, rests elegantly on 35 wooded acres in Beverly Hills. It has a fine, wide neo-classic Elaborate exterior, while the interior point elements reflect it's proprietor; sleek, chic and grown-up.
As a female of means, and in accordance with noblesse oblige, Leeza endows a Specialty Chair at her alma mater, The Columbia School School of Television Journalism, and once each year permits a gifted female student to imprison with her, opportunity and board provided, as an ..PA producer on the Leeza small screen show. Dean of Students Marta Jensen harmonized closley with Leeza to find just the right applicant, who was then "at random" chosen from among several applicants offered an opportunity to get real life experience, interning for the summer with train alumnus Leeza Gibbons. The criteria for thier scale were intelligence, self-assurance, and enrollment in Dean Jensen's tell off series, "Women and Media in the Twentieth Century."
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Dean Jensen had become up to date with Leeza during the '80s in Extra York, when cocaine was a breezy, exciting thrill among the advanced cognescenti. Studio 54 became a enticement for well-connected thrillseekers, and every darkness beautiful people gathered to indulge themselves in the ashen powder, and the hearty urges it precipitates. The broad-spectrum public were occassionly allowable to enter by a posted doorman, mainly if they happened to be wonderful young women.
Marta Jensen was a tall, stunning, valedictorian Major at Columbia, when Leeza had very soon begun her first semester there. One cool October Saturday hours of darkness they both coupled a friendly arrange of students course uptown to the clubs.
Inside, loud music and swirling colored lights bounced off the ramparts. A kaliedescope of multi-colored shapes boogied on the sporadic dance floor as two striking men approached, and introduced themselves to the girls. Armand and Roberto were the sons of Italian auto builder Giacomo Ferrari and heirs to the Ferrari opulence. The men smiled a allocation, and danced very well, even ideas the college girls a few steps of Lambada.
Drinks were brought and the couples settled onto a generously proportioned wide divan superior above the boisterous crowd. The cocaine was sniffed eagerly and out of the blue every moment was overflowing with an intense excitement. Leeza was unaccountably thrilled when Armand held her hand against his hardening penis, the organ seemed a welcoming living creature and she petted it compassionately. Marta was already breathing thickly over Roberto's shoulder, as his furnish worked steadily between her legs. In due course Armand had removed Leeza's panties and laid the puffed ingenue back on the cushions, quickly sliding his long thick penis into her. The cocaine made every thrust of penis a blistering breathless thrillride. The oppressive cock felt resembling a gourmet meal after a three day fast, filling the women's wet holes with healthful meat. Marta saw him jolting his sperm into her schoolmates puss after only a few seconds, and heard her whine as the man's penis wrinkled inside her. Armand chop down away and passed-out into the cushions. Roberto was grunting thickly into Marta, and as Leeza watched the thick Italian penis slice into her spanking friend, she felt Marta's employee reaching between her legs. In her cocaine induced lust, Marta's finger's felt reminiscent of heaven on her clit. When Marta wiggled a lengthy digit into her wet pussy and began to fuck her, Leeza breathed gratefully against the girl's shoulder; and then she was moaning into Marta's cheery breast, sucking at her nipple and juicing around the pistoning fiddle with.
As Marta squirmed on the dress up under the ambush of Roberto's powerfully cock, Leeza kissed her way down Marta's slim belly, teasing through the light-colored pubic curls with her tongue and defeat at the knobby gristle of clitoral hankie. She saw a close-up the man's gray penis, drilling into her acquaintances wet pussy with a slap report. She proverb him swell, as his deceased stiffened; and he grunted out his boiling pollen seed into the fatty lavender flower of Marta Jensen's pouting purple labia.
As the guy withdrew his efficient penis, Leeza unbroken to kiss her schoolmate's clit, hunch a delicious mind-numbing pleasure as the higher girl wedged a flash long finger into her strict pussy. A moaning Leeza Gibbons licked at the semen emission from between Marta's shimmering coral lips, and worn it as fat, slathering the beautiful girl's turgid clitoris with the man's gluey slime. Marta searched the velvet classified wall of Leeza's vagina with her fingers, discovery the long, hidden, extension of her clitoris, rubbing in quick barely circles. The freshman gasped and hidden her face in the elder girl's meaty clam, digging in with her tongue as if devouring a attractive shellfish.
On several following occassions, during the following semester, the two associates found it convenient to share "coke and a smile." Their intensely personal explorations together in Leeza's dorm scope, and in Marta's Soho loft, cemented a time friendship. Marta went on to classify in Linguistics, and remainded in college circles, eventually coming full circle to tenure in the Commnications Institution, and was then special Dean of Students by the Panel of Regents. After graduating, Leeza had suddenly gained attention as a splendid looking, glib, construction savvy personality, and was sincerely drawn toward broadcast journalism. Leeza was very pleased with the natural beauty exuding from her in good shape looking young guest.
Days at the FOX studios were a vague impression of activity. Darci sat in on making meetings and was optimistic to have "in-put," as they called it. She made a combine of observations about scheduling and established approving nods from several of the men, and three invitations to "lunch," which she smoothly declined. Darci had become accustomed to interest from men. Men though, had been a bit of a disappointment for Darci. She didn't carefulness so much for thier hairy, sweaty bodies, dirty calloused hands, hard little penises, and crude grunting thrusts.
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