She was blonde, about a meter and a half tall, estimated mass forty-five kilos, eye color: blue. She wasn't really my type—her breasts were huge on ...er short, petite frame. At the moment I didn't want to hurt the poor creature. Ashley? Her name was Ashley? My penis stood to attention and all but saluted. Funny, I used to be a furry fellow, but my skin was smooth and hairless at the moment. Ashley—it was coming back to me. Concubine Yums. Her skin was also hairless except for eyebrows, eye. "Cool." she says, breathily,a little impatiently."Weird." I say."Why?" Apparently I'm staying through Holiday Break again this year." Me too.Late night kitchen raids, again?"The thought of Sheri; standing in her white cotton briefs,her tight ass like a newly ripe apricot pressing it's high rims of it's perfect cheeks against the cotton,her loose tee shirt falling forward on her clavicle, her avocado tits hanging slightly against it's cotton in the gentle glow of the midnight refrigerator,her. I removed my belt and unfastening the three buttonsabove my breast I gracefully lifted the dress over my head revealing an already fitted strap on cock.Everyone laughed and the man next to me patted meon the back, around the room I was getting thumbs up and smiles. Maybe they appreciated my sense ofhumour or maybe priapus wasn't as popular as he thoughtanyway I was just starting to wonder how to approach aman tied face up on a table when everyone lept into actionit was like an F1 pit stop, the. There was just something about the perceived mysteries of their culture that intrigued us, and I also had been curious about the sexual restrictions of their religious faith, and how that affected their culture. Being teachers, we did not have much extra money to spend, so we asked around and a friend of mine told us about a little-known, very special tour opportunity that would only cost us $800 in airfare and $1,500 in room and board for the entire six weeks. I will explain more about the.