I moved silently in, picking steps with care to avoid stepping on books. Mostly because they would have made more noise, but also because that would h...ve felt weird to step on books like that. We’ve already established I have different morals, is it any surprise I have other weird quirks? I rounded a particularly sturdy bookshelf that had somehow stayed standing, then retreated behind it real quickly. On the other side, maybe fifteen feet away was a student. I peeked cautiously and confirmed. We shed most of our clothes after it got dark and our skin touching skin was as calming as it was arousing. I could feel Beth Ann's pussy hair brushing softly on mine and catch just a whiff of her scent in the night air.That glorious smell was something else I felt a need to imbed in my memory. I loved to inhale her scent and catch the delicate changes in intensity as she travels from interested to orgasmic.We were beautifully matched. I loved her scent and she felt no embarrassment knowing I. “Reina, you don’t mean that,” Sydney protested.“Oh, but I do,” Reina said. “We’re done, sister. You made a grave mistake thinking I would find this funny. You are a conniving bitch, and I don’t want or need you in my life!”With that, she stepped aside and waited for Sydney to realize she had been serious and wanted her gone.“Fine, if that’s the way you want it, I’ll go. But keep this in mind, the man you are about to marry was this close to fucking me and he didn’t even realize his mistake.. The carpet, where she could see it, was a slightly ratty looking Victorian pattern, the walls themselves could do with new wall paper and the coffee table was piled high with books of various kinds. There were posters on the wall, including ones of Xena and Willow, but also including a huge 30x20 photo of a horse, and another similar sized photo of Susan and Elaine together with Laney's head resting on Susan's shoulder."Just clear the toys out of the chair, Denise. We've got far too many.