When she hadn’t returned a few minutes later, Blake called out.“Hey, Chelsea! You coming back?” There was no answer. Then, “Chelsea, you okay?...�� Again, no answer.Hole in oneBlake walked around the castle in search of his new bride. He was surprised to find her bent over the castle wall, her skirt above her waist, and her panties in the moat.“Whoa,” he said.“Fancy a hole in one with that driver of yours, mister?” she asked over her shoulder, wiggling her bare ass in the sun.“Fuck,” he said,. The sun was very low now so she was in shade.Hearing nothing but the waves of the sea, she sat and considered her prize, the fluffy bright white towel. How unlike the dull threadbare fabric of the uniforms and towels in the prison. Of course, for two years she had been denied the tactile pleasure of touching even that. She looked down and buried her face in the white softness. Now she stood up and draped herself. Ahhhh . . . for the first time in two years she felt covered! Pampered! . She had also been horny since the afternoon wrestling session on Phil’s couch. She realized that she had been horny since Phil had arrived at her dorm on Tuesday. She had frigged herself twice that week – something that hadn’t been necessary since her first week on campus.It was obvious that Phil had seen her friend to the front door of the dorm and returned. It was so sweet of him to walk her to the dorm. It was “Phil.” He cared about people. He worried about people. That was what it was. He. "We run naked to the shower, I've got cum running down my legs, and Adam turns on the water. While it warms, we're holding and kissing each other and moving against each other. He pulls me in and begins to soap my breasts. Oh, I never knew a shower could be this much fun. His hands felt so smooth and sensuous."Now, down here," he said and I spread my feet so he could wash my tingly pussy. Oh, he gave it such special treatment, making sure I was very, very clean. Now he took the sprayer head.