"We'll figure something out."Reluctantly they stepped back through the door. Her sister was right. The transition from clothes to bare was almost too ...brupt. It didn't seem to affect guys, but they didn't battle gravity every day of their lives. They shared a chaste kiss, and went their separate ways.The rest of the day was "normal", studies, sex, classwork, and getting hot and sweaty with a boy. As much fun as sucking one boy off while another put it to her, it was just that, fun. It wasn't. She imagined sitting on Mark’s desk with her skirt pulled up and her legs spread apart, his hard cock slamming in and out of her. She slipped a second finger inside of her, moving them in and out in rhythm to her fantasy. Her breath came in short gasps as she moved her other hand between her legs, one furiously rubbing her clit while the other pounded in and out of her pussy. She pictured bending over Mark’s desk, gripping it for support as he took her from behind. She imagined him muffling a. She moved in time to his thrusts. Liz felt full and complete now. Waves of pleasure surged through her body. Her pelvis rippled up and down as she humped his raging cock.She moved suggestively under him. She set up the rhthym and countered his moves with her pelvic thrusts. Liz was aghast at how she was acting but she had to fuck Trent. That's all that mattered to her.Trent drilled back and forth into Liz's plundered cunt. He would pull out and then slam back into her pit. He fucked her with. He owed his life to Vikram's father when he saved him from unpleasant disaster of one his fights. He from then on served the family and was now as good as the family member. He was the majordomo of the whole estate and city houses.They both laughed and talked. Manavi was back to her ever fragrant, cheerful and always smiling talking self. After breakfast Manavi hugged Ganga, which made him beam as if he was receiving a Nobel prize, "Ganga Baba, would you please help me move into the connecting.