The quiet small market town had a strange feeling to it this morning, like the air itself was vibrating with anticipation. Some of the more sensitive ...illagers noted the tension, or wondered if they imagined a slightly unusual intensity in their neighbours' eyes, but most dismissed the phenomena as symptoms of excitement for the upcoming harvest.The three new arrivals definitely did not notice, as their minds were on a much more serious matter: budgeting. Sitting in the ramshackle local tavern. She jumped into the pool of sparkling, clear water to a depth almost up to her breasts. Jack was right behind her, since it did take him longer to get his Wellington-type boots off.Since he knew the depth from where she was standing, Jack knew that it was safe enough for a shallow dive. He surfaced behind her back and reached around to grab her delectable breasts. He let her struggle for a while in vain, then dunked her. She broke loose under water and came up sputtering and blowing water all. Essentially what I’d been three years ago when I was a freshman, lost and wide-eyed, but at least considerate of others. McKenzie—God, don’t you just want to strangle her for her name alone??—was none of that. Just as I was wiping up, she walked barefoot into the kitchen, all long legs and short shorts, her legs tanned and muscled and perfect, just like the rest of her. She sat her cereal bowl on the counter next to me, didn’t seem to notice half of it spilling onto the just-cleaned counter,. Brad had other ideas as well, though: he gathered a large gob of saliva in his mouth and spat it down onto Claire’s asshole, and then started to gently caress her tight, but newly lubricated, rosebud with the middle finger of his right hand. Alison watched in excitement, whispering, “Fuck yeah – go for her asshole, Brad!”“Oh, oh fuck, oh no,” remonstrated Claire. “I’m really not great with anal, Brad. If you’re getting tired of cunt, I’d rather you fuck my throat…”“Oh, you’re not… an.