Tex then introduced the school's two lead teachers, Karin and Carina Lennartsson, twin Swedish blondes with long white blonde hair. They were tall, th...n, with even longer legs and massive breasts. They were both naked, having been rousted from a bed where they slept in the nude.Cerise, Sydne, Karin, Carina, and Tex gathered around me when Tex suddenly exclaimed, "You're Americans. God Damn, welcome to Ekwueme."I replied quietly, shaking my head. "No we're not. In fact when you talk to the. But I was going to play this for all it was worth. I figured if I could eat «blodpudding», I could eat just about anything. Well, except coconut. I couldn’t stand the stuff. Not the flavor, not the texture. It was the one food I simply would not touch.“I believe it’s an acquired taste, like many things! I suppose you might have tasted something you didn’t like at first but grew to like it.”I smirked as I finished saying that.“I wondered when you’d make your first innuendo!”“I’m sorry, I was. "Of course I do! It is nice and firm yet soft." I said with a laugh. "But grabbing your ass had a purpose, not just for me to enjoy grabbing." And I lifted her up and put her on the counter as she laughed. I moved forward and start to kiss her again. She opened up her legs so I could move closer. I put my hands on her knees and started to move them up her leg, gently rubbing them. She let out a soft moan as my hands worked their way up and sliding her bath robe up as well. When my hands reached. That’s a great major. I like paintings too. They’re so filled with color.”Her only recourse was to pick up one of the tattered magazines as a response to the artlessness of his comment. Charlie had rarely seen paintings in a museum—or paintings anywhere for that matter—and continued his search for something wildly enlightening to say.“Do you paint yourself?” he asked finally. “No, I don’t.”“Do you draw pictures or take photographs?”“Nope,” she said.He became painfully aware that she really.