Kayla was the member in question of EXPOSD. She was walking back to campus from her job at "Linens and Things." Kayla was not a fashion model in her b...dily proportions, tending more on soft and cuddly than the stick figure of a mannequin. She was, at five feet two inches, the epitome of the old song, Has Anybody Seen My Gal, with her five foot two eyes of blue and currently naked showing exactly what her five foot could do.The problem Kayla faced was dressed in the gray shirt and black pants of. When she was out of the bathroom I jumped over her and removed her towel.She started to shouting this is wrong harsha.How could you do this to me.I didnt listen to her words and started to kiss her.I kissed her for several minutes and after that I also can feel that she was kissing me.I got hornier and kept one of my hand on her nipples and started teasing them, and another hand on her pussy rubbing it rather hard.She was not able to control herself and she left her juices on my hand.I licked. Their courtship was slow; frustratingly so for the shepherd lad. He would declaim his latest poem and be rewarded with hot kisses. He gave her trinkets lovingly carved during the long, lonely hours on the moor and was rewarded with a feel of a plump, firm breast. He played her tunes on his flute; tunes to make her feet tap with mirth or eyes cloud over in sorrow and was rewarded with the feel of soft, feminine skin under his work-hardened hands. But, try as he might, the grand prize lay always. Cindy was awoman, feminine and beautiful. Though I knew of her secret I stillcouldn't see anything but a woman."I need to freshen up Thom," she said, softly closing the bath door. Thena minute later the door slowly swung open and I saw her in her heels.Cindy was backlit from the dimmed bath lights and she slowly stripped offher dark lingerie. She kept my focus but I still could not see any signof her boy parts. Then she walked over to the chair and slipped to herknees."I want that beautiful.