80 or more. Considering the fact that I’m an exceptionally bright student, that posed no problem. Yeah, Illyria College was about to become my new p...ayground. I liked the place, and I liked the locals. My roommate is a young man named Jeffrey O’Braonain. He’s a six-foot-four, lean and athletic, good-looking Irishman with short red hair and pale green eyes. We totally clicked. I didn’t think we would, since we came from radically different backgrounds, but we did. Jeff was a really nice guy.. "So love, what you doing here?" I ask quietly. Hugging me tightly he replies, "My sexy lady, I just couldn't wait any longer today to see your beautiful face." Kissing me deeply, as his rough hands go up my shirt, he begins to pull it off. I feel his fingers lightly tracing my back as he kisses me, walking me backwards. He begins to kiss my neck as he starts to tear my shirt off. I hear buttons flying to the floor. "Baby I love your beautiful tits," as he kisses his way down to my bra covered. Immediately, Mom’s entire body calmed. She was transported away from the questions I was asking, into a conversation with this hypothetical neighbor.“You want to learn as much as you can about Marcie’s situation, don’t you?”“No.”Whew. Close one. Got to remember not to ask questions.Also, not the answer I was expecting.“The more you learn about what happened to Marcie, the more you can incorporate it into your fantasies.”Nod.“Would you tell me why you don’t want to learn more about what happened. As she hears my footsteps draw closer she bends over from the waist, puts one hand on the hay bale in front of her and uses her other hand to spread her cheeks wider, just as I instructed the day before. I glance at her chocolate form on display shamelessly in front of me. She is clean and smells of soap, to my approval. Hanna has been much busier in the stables than usual over the last three days. Normally, I would call upon her once a week for my needs to be met, but now that my favorite.