Well, it was mainly due to no action for a frustrating 4 months. And just to confirm, I don’t come up with random fantasies. I only write whatever h...ppens in my life.Note: Names changed. Long story.I have always had the hots for Tanvi, an undergrad with impeccable sizes of 34-25-34 inches and 5″8 in height. We used to be in the same school and she was dating my best bud back then. It was all fine until there was a nasty argument between the three of us and I stopped talking to her since then.. ”“Lamia tongues just feel amazing,” Nathalie moaned.“So does your cute human tongue,” I groaned, wiggling my hips. I gasped as she rimmed my asshole again.Then she pressed against my sphincter. My anal ring surrendered and her tongue entered my bowels. Wicked delight melted down to my pussy. My snatch clenched and relaxed on her probing fingers. I purred louder into Greta's pussy, lapping up the feyhound's spunk out of her tart depths.Such a wondrous treat.I nuzzled my face tight against her. Katie's body rose and fell in time with mine, as we lay there quietly until the drum of the rain overtook my breath as the loudest sound in the tent. Then, the sleeping bag's zipper tore through the white noise. Katie sat up, throwing back the flap of the bag. She knelt forward, reaching for the makeshift clothes line. The sudden absence of her body chilled me, but the vision of her slender torso bent over in front of me, glistening as it was, was well worth the heat loss. She sat back down and. Theshort-shorts were still on underneath to spite Tom. He worked furiouslywithout looking up and I busied myself; ice water, picking up laundry,experimenting in the mirror with my face and waiting to see if he hadanything to say about the nightgown. He paused for a drink of water,spotted me watching and rolled his eyes."Jesus! Are you that jealousy of some random mall sluts?" He asked,exasperated. The word surprised me, again."Don't say ... What? NO! Jealous? No, why would you say.