She was wet and tight. Eating her pussy, you could feel her cum on your tongue. Hot fucking. She was horny. She would fuck missionary. On all fours. S...e would ride it or reverse. Always moaning and squealing when I fucked her hard. She would always cum at least twice while I pumped my load in her.This is where my mind messed me up. I started seeing her with those guys. What really flipped me out was thinking of her do to those guys what she does to me. It was a turn on and made me want to see. I guess they were looking for blood. When they didn't see anything they looked around for a while then gathered around the fire. I could see two men gesturing and arguing with another who was carrying a rifle.Mary grabbed my shoulder and directed my attention toward the rest of the group. The women had dropped like they had been shot. I could see why when I saw what they were carrying. They were heavily loaded up with a miscellaneous collection of items in makeshift bags. Even the children were. Jeffery and I became fast friends and dated many girls, both at the school and some of the locals.It was during my third year that I met Miss Scarlett Gardner. We were in a nightclub at a local campus hangout, and I asked this beautiful blond-haired southern belle for a dance. I had seen her dancing with several guys, Jeffery among others. I played up my best gentleman voice and said, "Miss, I don't want to be too forward, but I would consider it a rare privilege if you would honor me with a. Mischievously, he pulled her hand down to his crotch,laid it across his limp member and gave it a squeeze.When she tried to pull away, he held her hand fast. Hefelt the grin on his face and the euphoria in his groin.Greylon could have slept for hours in that position, anddid drift off for a bit. After awhile, the hand began tofeel strange. He fluttered his eyes open. It was Sophie! There was an uncertain, but notunpleasant expression on her face. She was grinning,just a little. Greylon could.