Of those few that were out and about, the majority seemed to have done a better job than I of planning for the weather, and were wearing water-resista...t jackets or carrying umbrellas. I saw only a couple other unfortunate scholars who were getting as thoroughly soaked as I. Drops of moisture began to combine in icy runnels down my back, and my head and neck might as well have been immersed. My shirt, a plain cotton short-sleeve, was rapidly soaking through. I increased my pace, tromping. What could possibly be my problem with it?Her.I don't actually know who - or even what - she is. My leading guess is that she's the one keeping me here. The only thing I really know about her is her gender. Well, that, and how her boobs look really good on her figure. And how big her thighs and ass are, giving her an hourglass figure. How good her tits would feel pressed up against my back. How it would feel to tongue her out until she squirts her juices on my face. How it would. At seven thirty in the morning she was already familiarizing herself with the school. She couldn’t help but notice the amount of students already there, especially since classes didn’t start until eight thirty. The ones there were the classic nerdy looking students. They were the ones with the big round glasses, and the pants far too high up their bodies. Most of them were guys, and Terry noticed how hard they were looking at her. She giggled at their gawking faces, and then she noticed the one. He saw the slight bulge of her stomach, the red flimsy material of her thong, and her creamy thighs, as his eyes continued downward. When he reached her bare toes, his eyes traveled upward again. Rich knew he was standing tall, but until his heart started beating again, he didn’t care. In two steps Rich was in front of his wife, pulling her in his arms and kissing her hard. His tongue dipped past her lips possessively, and Ellen gave in willingly. She slid her arms around his neck and his.