Steve of course wanted to get high suggesting we take a walk. Danny wholeheartedly agreed so I pulled on my shorts and sandals and we headed for the t...ail. We ended up going all the way to the cabin where we sat and smoked Steve’s joint. Once we were high Danny and Steve talked about work as I curled up sleepily in Danny’s lap. As they talked Danny was caressing my bare tummy between my shorts and my bikini top. I languished under his soft touch for a few minutes until he lovingly raised my. It bothered him that something was different with her, and that she had been so adamantly opposed to his joining her on her big trip.At 35, Glenda was a real beauty, tall and slim, with long dark hair and dark eyes. She was employed as a professor of sociology at the local college. She had just been accepted for tenure at the end of the previous school year, and was very proud of the fact that she had managed that. As one of the junior members of the faculty, she had more classes than most, but. Teresa climbed onto the bed and grabbed my cock. I could not believe this was happening to me, but as Teresa lined my cock up with her entrance and then slid onto it, I knew this was definitely reality. Her pussy felt smooth, warm, and exquisite. It was not nearly as tight as Betty’s, but it still felt great. I heard some moaning from above me and some smacking sounds. I figured they had to be tongue kissing. (I later found out that I was right. But I digress…) I reached up and slapped. It was a locket, and it lay static and stationary, a long gold chain weaving its limp, circuitous path from Cecily's throat to her chest and thence into the deep cleft between her breasts. It lay ordinary, oval shaped, with a filigree motif attached to the front and a tiny clasp to the side - a common type of ornament worn by a great many women.Howard nodded tentatively, content to admire Cecily's chest and those black, swollen teats as he looked at the locket."Inside is a picture of a young.