But, within, the Delta Delta house has the finest collection of the most beautiful women in the sorority system, there is no comparison to these beaut...es.Pampered, stunning, and egotistical, the Delta Delta sorority girls think that men are their playthings. These girls could have their pick of almost every single male they have ever had contact with in their lives, and they know it. Rightfully so, you think to yourself, as you pull up to the Delta Delta sorority house and notice a trio of. Her teacher was treated to an unrestricted view of her slim thighs and the barely concealed swell of her sex. He smiled tolerantly as Emma blushed in confusion. "I can see why boys have tried to touch your breasts. They aren't very big yet but they're well shaped and they look very firm." Emma blushed more deeply. She was confused by the constant shifting of the conversation to intimate matters that were none of his business. She gulped at her drink and almost choked as the whisky burned her. She swam for several more minutes."My Lady!" he called out again. There was no answer. "My Lady!" he called again, this time with more urgency in his voice. Still no answer, then: "Jack ... help me!" he heard her call.Getting quickly to his feet he turned to see: she was clearly in distress! He had never undressed so quickly! He ran into the water, oblivious to the coldness. He knew that he wasn't a strong swimmer, but he made his way to where she was frantically trying to keep her head above. She seems young and sweet, and even when angry she has this friendly bemused, although now slightly imperious, smile while she studies me."Listen and learn my mum use to say, and don't be ashamed to ask for help." Where is my clothes Sandra?" Mum is washing them, those that's whole. We threw away most though, they stank. Be still now so I can." Then she starts to fix with my nightshirt, smoothing it out, and as her hands moves over me, light as butterflies, I feel myself redden. "There." She.