She arranged accommodation for us in a guest house in a small town on the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond :-) I had done it. I'd managed to convinc... her to make an excuse, get away from her family and be mine for a week. The week before I was due to travel I asked her to make sure her pussy hair was short and trim - I suggested she get her husband to prepare her for me. Can you believe, she got him to do this and he had no idea. I had this image in my head of him with an erection washing his. “Arms up.”So much for the hunching. I lifted my arms and felt the shirt stretch just a little over my small chest, and the material brush against my nipples. Correction: Now I felt like an idiot.The thought must have shown on my face, because Campus Security dream boy smiled a little. “Good girl,” he said.“Ha!” I gave a single, sarcastic laugh and grimaced at him. “Very funny. Do you ‘attaboy’ every guy who comes through your, uh, little cubicle?”“Only if they follow instructions as beautifully. Our parents enrolled us into the same schools, extracurriculars and sports activities.We’d grown up in a small town in the suburbs and never had the chance to eacape the watchful eyes of our parents. So, when college application time came We were determined to go as far away from home as possible, while still being close enough to not cause worry. Dorming here was perfectStacy dad had drove us both up, and soon he wrapped up his good-bye’s and sped off. As soon as his car disappeared from view. . even with free coal ... and stifling hot in the summer ... no matter how many windows were opened.Chicago's not windy, the Oklahoma flat is windy.Twice during the mine's years of operation, the Oklahoma 'breeze' blew the topped full coal cars into the next county. Well, maybe not county, but right off the tracks where the local boys took bicycle, shovel and bucket and replenished the family furnaces. In the late teens, east past Alva, the wind picked up an entire train of fresh mined black.