I could see a bit of a landing strip protruding from the top of the ‘V’. Her slim toned body glistened in the sun. If she had been a prettier girl...I’m sure the guys would have been all over her. She was perfect for Michael.“Excuse me," I said as I stood beside her. ”I couldn’t help noticing that you were staring at my husband as you walked by us.”I pointed at Michael lying on his lounger.I could see her face was becoming a little red as she struggled to speak.“Oh, I’m so sorry ma’am. I didn’t. “None of us know much about driving a wagon, so we will need for you to provide drivers for us.”“Do not worry about that. That was what we had planned on.”“Okay, that sounds good, but what will we live in until the women can build our hut?”“We will give you the wagons to live in until they can do that, but we will keep the draft horses.”“Will we sleep in the wagons while we are making the trip?”“Yes, that is the plan.”“May I go now to look for a good place for us to set up our village?”“Yes, a. Heck, neither did I until this evening.On the way, I look at the female students in a new light. I've always appreciated the female form, but now I find myself imagining what their uncovered boobs look like. I have a few fantasies before I get to my room at the residential college.Stepping in, I see my roommate Jasmine, lying curled up on the bed with her head turned away. I toss my handbag on my bed and say, "Hey, Jasmine, are you okay?"She turns toward me and I can tell that she's been. I place my hands on your ankles and let my hands slide up your legs, caressing them; stroking them…I let my hands slide extremely close to your trembling, dripping pussy, even letting my fingers brush the crease where your thighs meet your loins. You tremble and arch under my touch. I take my hands off you, prompting you to murmur in extreme arousal. As carefully and silently as possible lower myself between your thighs – I let my lips brush lightly against your pussy, eliciting a gasp of.