How could I ever forget that name? I gazed out the window past the corrals and over the snow covered pastures as my mind took me back to another time ...nd another place. It took me back to when I was a nineteen year old sophomore in a small college town a hundred and fifty miles from the ranch. I had spent my freshman year living in the dorm but this year I had found an off campus room in the basement of the home of the Foresters. It was a nice large room with queen size bed, private bath, and. You anticipate what is next with wanton abandon tinged with fear. "What is my master planning next," you ask when a thumping sound seems to move across the room, like the approach of a large fearsome warrior heavy with armor.Just as the steps seem to reach the platform, giant paws tipped with sharp claws grasp your thighs and force them further apart as something hot and stiff presses against your vulva. At first it is not too large and you know you are going to be fucked, but you can take this. As our bass player Lance thumped out the opening notes I heard a audible squeal of ecstasy escape her luscious lips, her body shaking and wiggling with delight.I reckon I should describe this hot little vixen before this tale goes farther. She had jet black hair cascading down her back, bee stung, erotic lips done up in a devilish shade of red, dark sparkling eyes enhanced by long silky eyelashes, the face of a beauty queen. Her long slender neck drew my eyes lower to her barely concealed. ” She said.I had to tell her how much I wanted her tight pussy, but I fought myself. As we went into the living room, I told her I had ‘forgotten my book.’ She told me that we could make do with what she had. As we were studying I glanced down her nighty, I wanted her bad. I leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. She quickly pushed me and said “Amanda I’m sorry, you know I’m involved with someone right now.”I responded by saying “I’ve been waiting so long for this moment I don’t.