Gilded with gold, his coach seemed intended to beg highwaymen to stop it. The uniforms of his small cadre of guards were so fancy that I wondered abou... their ability to fight effectively.Having witnessed his arrival, I retired to the Great Hall to await him. Had he been less pretentious, I would have waited and greeted him in the courtyard. Now I intended to take him down a few notches.He was stunned when my guards only referred to him as “the Archbishop of Reims” when they announced him,. ..hell fucking yeah. My college was a small one in my hometown and I knew a lot of my fellow classmates from the local high schools. Obviously, I had quite a rep. So now I was the youngest and hottest little thang on campus, and as I was told through the rumor mill, all the boys were chomping at the bit to get their eyes (and hands) on me. I was soooooo wet the first day, just walking around campus and feeling all eyes on me. My short skirt screamed slut and my tits were on full display in my. .. don't you see... ?" Sure, bitch, I see, all right!" Morgan gutturally rasped, the feel of her warm, soft flesh to his hands making his throbbing cock jerk excitedly in its naked, poling hardness. "On your hands and knees, Baby... that's right, move right up between Miss Newell's legs," he lecherously ordered, kneeing onto the bed behind her and lewdly grabbing onto his long, thick shaft of blood-swollen flesh, unable to take his eyes off the sensuously rounded curves of the youthful. But the moment was ruined when Mum walked through the front door. I pulled my panties back up and make a dash for my bedroom. As I lay in bed playing with my pussy, I could hear Derek and my mum talking. After a few moments, my mum left the house again.I had my blackout-blind pulled down over my window, so my room was shrouded in darkness when my bedroom door opened. At first, I couldn’t make out who it was. Although judging by the shortness of the figure and the rotund shape of the body,.