Her long dark brown hair fell in gentlecurls to her shoulders. Today she was wearing a cream silky materialblouse tucked tightly into a lime green tig...t pencil skirt, with tallblack ankle strapped heels, that clicked seductively as she walked aroundthe classroom, my gaze followed. The summers day heat had made her blousecling to her body showing the outline of her lacy white bra through thethin semi transparent material. In my mind the lace covered small pertperfectly formed breasts and in the. “To be that high up the banks, the water would be at least 3m deep over the causeway. You would be in the sea in less than thirty minutes if you were riding on it or in it. We are about 40m above the high tide mark here, and the river drops down fast just past that bend,” she told him.Mary started removing her shoes and socks. “What are you doing?” asked Marty.“I’m a Nature Mage with some control over liquids and the air. I need to feel the wet grass under my feet as it helps me connect with my. I had an idea! I reached across to her crotch and clipped off the big fake prick, withdrawing it from Mistress’ tight pussy with a disgusting slurping sound. After which I began to lick the cunt-cream from Mistress’ crotch and upper thighs. “Watch this, Mistress,” I instructed, and changed position by one hundred and eighty degrees, with my head over the foot of the bed. Getting my head on the right angle, I was able to feed the twelve inches that had been in Mistress’ pussy, all the way. That was the vile smell his dazed mind had refused to place; he must have vomited while he was out, and already emptied his stomach. Trying to dismiss the smell, he activated the scan and searched space around him; stars swam across the screen, one close by — no beacon. A chill went down his spine as he called up the boat's log, punched playback, and watched the scene. The chill changed to despair, gnawing at his soul. The pilot's cabin swam around him as his forehead throbbed, demanding.