"...Huiiii! Da rennt er.Schnell weg, die Anderen kommen.............Diese blinden H?hner.Da stehe ich fast neben ihnen hinter einem Baum, und die sehe... mich nicht.Menschen eben.Dummk?pfe!Die rennen dem Typen hinter her.Das macht aber Spass.Ich habe Lust noch weiter zu spielen.Ich schnappe mir wieder den Letzten.............Ich habe ihn!"Na du b?ser, b?ser Bubi, mich einfach jagen! Sch?m dich!"...... " Aaahh....... HIII........ HILFEEEEEE!" RRROOOOWWW!!!!!"Der kann aber auch rennen.Ich weiss. We enjoyed the food and wine and each other tremendously. At one point, Charlotte, lying in the easy chair with her legs up in the air, decided to pour some wine into her slit and made me drink her 'pussy wine' as she called it. Of course, I didn't stop there. Later we changed roles and I served as her chalice.It was a glorious spring day, too beautiful to stay indoors all the time. So we decided to go for a stroll in the nearby park. We were both slightly tipsy from the wine we had consumed. I found an old black skirt in the wardrobe that I hadn't worn for years as it was a bit too short but now I felt was perfect. I pulled it on and when I bent down I could see my bottom in the mirror, just how I wanted it. I slid on the white bra with the 42DD label and crammed my huge breasts in as best I could but still they bulged over the top and around the sides, but it gave me a fantastic cleavage. Next I put on a plain white silk blouse that was so sheer you could see my bra through it. I. “I hope I haven’t. I mean…”I broke off. Professor Milford was giving the ghost of a smile, lips pursing in concealment.That was even more unnerving. I was expecting to be reprimanded and sent packing, but she seemed to find something amusing. Professor Milford was a woman all the students understood was not to be trifled with. Her greatest claim to fame was an 800 page study of the female nude in art which one particularly enthusiastic blurb on the back of the book, which was required reading,.