Her search for Kyle did give her a view of a slim, young woman standing in the center of the booth studying the chile ristra display. She looked stunn...ng with long, streaked blonde hair, most of it flowing down her back, but some cascaded to the front over her right shoulder, which pulled Carol's eyes to her pert breasts, obviously unfettered by a bra. She had large nipples easily viewed under a clingy, light purple sundress. Her gray eyes were striking, picking up some purple from the dress,. She didn’t follow the lives of the rich and famous. Curious why he would be asking about him, she asked, “What about him?”“Oliver assigned him to be my academic advisor,” answered Oscar. He wondered why Oliver had done such a thing.“So what was he like?”“He looks like he’s fifteen years old. Even though he’s a graduate of the Druid College, I’m halfway convinced he uses drugs,” said Oscar knowing even as he said it that he was not being fair.That suggestion surprised Debbie since she couldn’t. Anita started gently stroking my cock, pressing my gland between her fingers, sending pulses of pleasure through my crotch. “Shall I get the express train to shoot out of the tunnel and see it derail all over the landscape?” She teasingly suggested. It was a metaphor we’d used before. She loved masturbating me and watching my cock jerk as the semen shot out. I called her the controller of the line. It was always her call to get the train going.“It’s up to you, darling. You’re in charge” I. ...dare i go further?the web was opening a new world of sensation for me as i learnt i wasn´t the only one being satisfied by her pet, and though i was loving every moment of what i was doing now, reading about and seeing other women being mounted was seeming more and more attractive and a distict possibility. i must admit though, there was an element deep in my upbringing that was telling me what i was doing was wrong.but it felt so good, and no-one was being harmed, so my sexuality overrode.