A quick TLDR for this story is that my fiance had to fly home a day before me for a business trip, otherwise this wouldn't have even happened.I woke u... late as shit for my bus back to the airport. Not like "Miss your flight and rush through the airport while forgetting to put on underwear" kind of late, but I like to get there early as a force of habit. Let's me do shit at a more comfy, sleepy pace. I luckily managed to catch a different bus, but taking a bit of a longer route. The bus was. Was it my fault that my shirt didn’t quite fit because my boobs had exploded since my Mum paid for it? Now though, being 18, I was different. I didn’t have a uniform anymore but I could dress just as teasingly - if not more so. Whereas the uniform had guidelines - sort of, at college you could wear what you liked. Well almost. When I dressed for college on that late spring morning, with the sun bleaching my curtains, I thought solely of Cory. We had a one on one session in the morning. It was. I had them make a pallet outside and I pulled out the first aid stuff while they got Daro settled onto it."I need for you to boil some water for me. Put a big pot of water on the fire and keep it boiling. Catla, you and I must wash our hands with this soap and then put these gloves on." But what kind of gloves are they?" They are to make sure our hands are very clean when we touch Daro. It will help keep his wounds from getting infected and angry later."After my hands were clean and gloved I. He had felt my coming and now he heard my moaning, that was enough for the helper. He tore into my pussy like a sledgehammer, every stroke shaking i’s body. my ass cheeks shivered under the impact of this onslaught and he gripped them in both hands and kneaded them like dough. With every stroke, I felt his abdomen crash into my ass, his thighs slapped against mys. I had capitulated completely, and was lost in my own pleasurable sensations, when I felt hands on my face and looked up to see the.