Mrs. Short gave me the grand tour. One thousand students at what was one time an all girl liberal arts college age eighteen and up. Plus, there were a...other 200 student that commuted. The dorms weren't coed but they may just as well have been, there were as many boys in the girl's dorm as there were girls and for the most part it looked like most clothing was optional.I noticed that we did not encounter one door that was locked during the tour. When we got back to the office I was offered the. Then the scene was dominated by the immediate pussy right in the parental face....Mr Dwyer within inches of the pussy angel pink wings of his own daughter Beth’s and Erica’s femmorsels of free formed, cunny skin; dangling for her daddy; but when the natural treat of excessive meat curtains like a Chas are flapping in your face...you don’t really see beyond that; Bernard for the moment needed nothing more in his range of vision. Besides the ranga was popping out her jelly bean sized cupid’s bead. "You and your wife certainly got yourself into quite the predicament,Jazmin. Hector is not the kindest man on this planet that is for sure. He is interested only in money and his own pleasure. We girls are notthe highest priority on his list."Underneath all the garish makeup I could tell that Tara was a beautifulgirl of about 35 and had the natural Latin beauty that many Costa Ricangirls possessed. I was also aware that I needed an ally and anotherperson I could talk to while I was employed. "We should always eat together like this, during summers like these ofcourse" she said as she was sliding her hand down to her cunt in a way that seemed perfectly normal. The mood was unbelivable, what we were doing without talking about was amazing. It all seemed so natural, like an everyday thing such as taking a shower or brushing your teeth. My mother was spreading her pussy lips apart and fingering herself, maintaining eye contact with me at the same time. I instinctively grabbed my rock.