I normally go for ?clean? girls?nice looking, well educated, take-home-to-mom type women. Also, she was a little bit overweight. Even though I am too,...I’m not really attracted to women that are. I know, I’m a hypocrite, but it’s just me.Still waiting, I stepped out of line and looked down one the isles and waved at an employee. He glanced up at me annoyingly and walked to check me out. As he arrived to check me out, the tattooed woman walked up beside me in line. She reeked of marijuana, her. Valerie was rubbing herself faster now, unlike the soothing rub, she was masturbating to seeing the other girl hold her crotch and moan giggle.I wanted to say my pussy could take that pounding and give back worse, but like most students newly in religious college, I ran home to fantasize.Oddly enough I knew what they were doing. They were acting out a urban myth about horny college student games. Games like Dick chicken, where guys slowly run their hands up another guys thigh til one stops. Or,. For some odd reason she felt more thanjust a little self-conscious about stripping in front of the man whohad just taken her mouth and ass. She handed the panties and slip overwordlessly.Ty simply turned away and left her standing there, her limp clittiedripping pre-cum on the floor between her feet. Her stockings, withnothing to hold them up, had bunched below her knees. Her breast formswere still adhered to her chest and her face was still covered in aquickly drying sheen of cum.She had. Short of breath.Éowyn reeled through the corridors of the Golden Hall. She needed to be alone, and haste ruled her steps. Her rooms were too remote; by the time she reached them and achieved her goal, she’d be dangerously late for her next task. A more immediate solution was required.There’s an alcove near the King’s antechamber. And a recess within that alcove.Some speculated that it was a mistake, a “what do we do with this extra space?” error by Meduseld’s long-forgotten builders that was.