Then I thought of getting a dress for her from her room. I locked my room and went to her cottage. I opened her closet to get some dress for her. I sa... there some very erotic lingerie there. She must enjoy wearing those. Near there I found a packet of condoms also. I was getting very excited seeing things like that.Then I took a night gown of her and came back to my room. I saw now she was now without her bra. She must have taken that out by her self in her sleep. OH my god her naked boobs were. All the girls were very attractive, blonde haired blued eyed, carbon copies of their mother. They were all outgoing, popular and had no shortage of friends although their father kept the boyfriends to a minimum. Patrice was a senior high school. She was a National Honor Society member, played both volleyball and basketball and was most likely going to be class valedictorian. Kathleen, a year younger than Patrice, was a Junior and also National Honor Society. She played the cello in the high. With the shaved head completing the image, most people also think I'm gay. I smile at you again, the look disguising the lust I am feeling, just before a cloud of smoke engulfs the heaving dance floor and our bodies. Being unable to see, bodies knock into one another, and I a suddenly feel a female body bump into mine. Soft hands reach out to steady the person they belong to, one grasping my hip, the other pressed against my chest, touching a nipple and the attached ring between two fingers. . . . can't take any more," she whimpers, "I can't . . . I can't!”"Who do you belong to?" N . . . NOOOOOOOOO!!!"I swirl the feather around her pelvic bone, then over to the other hip and re-trace the invisible path I made again, and again. She's still struggling, but her movements seem to have another purpose now -- the way she twists and squirms on the table, her ass, grinding vehemently against the rough, wooden surface. During the next break, I decide to give her a little more time to catch.