Angelique jumped out of her chair and placed her hands on my chest as she turned her head to look out the window and waited on pins and needles for th... inevitable sound of thunder. Her fingers dug in to my chest when the thunder boomed in the sky. My pectoral muscles involuntarily flexed and swelled hard under her fingers. She jumped and let out a gasp. The feel of my chest muscles flexing under her touch sent a shiver through her and increased the moisture between her legs. She stretched her. Twisting, sliding upward as the cool squeeze seeps into the heat of woman. The heavy weight – alive, hissing in sibilant hunger… coiling… squeezing the length of captured leg, spread thigh. Crimson flashes of horror as the forked tongue plays over the wetness seeping from the woman in a trickle of musk. Looping coils… dry… preternaturally cold… moving muscle and crushing strength. The woman gasps as the snake moves… weaving around the offering stretched between the poles… only quivering. There before me was a cleanly shaven pink pussy and I do believe it was glistening. In the corner of the bench I spied a pair of pink panties, possibly a thong. Slowly she lowered her leg, smiled and offered me the other. Gently, I placed her second shoe on and my hands lingered on her foot. Lovingly, I slid my coarse fingers up her calf to her knee and slowly up her thigh. She leaned her head back and cooed, closing her eyes. Once again, her signals were beaming out to me as I reached the. ”“Sounds good.”“Any plans for tonight?”“I hadn’t made any.”“If you want company, I’m not doing anything. And I don’t mean ‘company’.”I laughed, “You don’t have to qualify your statements. I know how to say ‘no’ if I think you’re crossing any lines I don’t want you to cross. And you’re always welcome to hang out with me.”“I’ll take you up on that.”When we arrived back on campus we went to my room and I got two bottles of soda from the fridge, put Synchronicity on the turntable then plopped down.