I gasp with pain as I feel my hair tugging at my scalp, guiding me until my cunt, dripping with lust, is positioned between the juncture of your thigh..., leaving my ass vulnerable. “Palms and toes touching,” you chide, free hand resting casually on the back of one thigh, your nails raking lightly up and down, making me squirm. “And be still.” I do my best to comply. It’s not perfect, but it satisfies you. “Now, ask again.” Nails continue to rake sensuously up and down my thigh, and then further. "I'm afraid you might beright about going to see the old wizard. However, as long as weremain in his shop, I'll be constantly worrying about something goinghaywire."***Bob Miller was on his way to Samantha Johnson's sorority Sigma BetaBeta, better known on campus - at least to the male half - as theSorority of Buxom Babes.They had another date.It had been almost a week since Bob had rescued Samantha from theclutches of that totally nerdish geekoid Arnold Poltan. Even then,Sam had been reluctant. She leaned back on the seat with her head back while her babies nursed. This was so natural, so beautiful. I was almost ashamed as I became hard again watching and listening to the nursing babies.The infant quit nursing and was smacking its lips. One of the older girls picked it up and began burping it. A little girl came walking up with a toddler taking small steps. The toddler raised his arms to his Mother and she scooped him up to tuck him onto her recently abandoned breast. Almost as if on. . Oh, and theyall came in different colors!I just wanted to pick out a nice dress, but Steven and Ellen had asystem. They had me try on some different styles so they could see whichshapes were most flattering. I liked the look and feel of the wrapdresses, but the A-Lines made me look more curvy. I kept gettingdistracted by things like ruffled necklines and leopard prints, butSteven kept steering me back to more simple styles. Finally, we had itnarrowed down to ltwo: a dark blue stretchy.