As I said… she was a nice bitch.I watched at her as she served some cold lemonade to the stud. I did not even try to hide the fact that I was watchi...g because I knew that Lucy loved an audience. She smiled at me… knowing that I was spying on her with the hard built black guy.I saw the slutty red head running her hands over Jasper’s bare chest while rubbing her round tits up against him. I could even see her hard nipples poking through her swimsuit. She was excited…Jasper’s father had fucked me. Then one voice urged the others to be silent. She could not see who it was. Her face was entirely surrounded by the soft skin of a girl's lower belly and slick mound. But she recognized the voice as Carole's. And at last she understood what she said."Oui, ma p'tite A... Now please understand, you are here to learn. And not all the learning will be from books or in classrooms. You will learn how to be a perfect woman, ma p'tite. The perfect woman.Your daddy brought you here to be taught by the. .what was that? Jealous? Maybe he was dreaming about me?I shook my head. No, of course he wasn't. Nobody wanted Chunky Hannah (thanks for that nickname, Abe from 7th grade!). I almost stopped masturbating, but Brett's thrusting got faster, as did his breathing. I struggled to get more of my fingers inside myself.Then he grunted and, as I watched, his cock sprayed cum all over his sheets. There was so much of it! This turned me on even more, and I quickly speared my fingers deep inside myself. Mike had showed up at our room. He’s rough on Melody and leers at me. I don’t like either of those things. I wanted to get out of the room. Out of the building works, too.” We left the dorm and were walking along one of the many walks on campus. We walked for a bit and then she sat down on a bench.I sat with her. “Agnes, tell me about yourself.”She looked at me for a moment and then shrugged. “My folks are rather old-fashioned. I grew up on a farm. Dad taught me how to drive anything. This.