You're wearing a black top that shows off your curves in all the right places, and your practical leggings let me glimpse the line of your lacy pantie... hiding underneath. It feels wrong of me to be looking, but my imagination tells me that you're wearing them for me. I'm wearing a checked summer shirt and walking trousers, that to you, show off my tight bum. You feel a little stirring in your chest as I take your hand, and with a laugh, say, "Come on, the rest of the group are leaving... we. She could see his realization in on his face. He tried to rescue the situation. “You are—your.” He had bungled it. Her face showed sadness but not anger or even accusation. “Brandon, it’s OK. I know I am plain at best.” She rubbed the stubble on his chin, comforting him. “Sorry!” “Don’t be. This is what the sorority does for girls like me. This is the feminism we practice here. As for the cult ... that is a different story.” Brandon raised himself up to better pay attention to what she was. ...he told me thats to bad daddy is going to fuck your pussy im going to shove my cock all the way inside you untill I cum and your going to love it! I can do it easy or I can hurt you its your choice so what is it going to be? I didnt answer so he slapped my leg hard! answer me NOW! ok I sobbed the easy way ill be good, I watched in horror as he grabbed his cock and lined it up with my pussy thinking it wont go in its to big! he rubbed up and down getting it wet and then started pushing. My sleep was full of intensely erotic dreams, most of which featured Fenella. In the last one that I remember, the scene that had ended in her rejection of me was played through again – only her face was that of the new Fenella, and the kissing and caressing didn’t stop. It went on until we both came, and I awoke, shaking and breathless, my cunt dripping. And there was Gemma, warmly naked, lying on her side facing irresistibly towards me, stroking my hair. “My god, girl,” she murmured, “that.