" Call me Robin, please, I know that I'm much older than you, but I wouldlike to be your friend, Maren, or a mentor, if you like that better. Youdon't...mind me calling you Maren, do you?"I smiled, I wouldn't mind a mentor or someone very good in science towork alongside. "Okay Robin, then yes, since Maren is my name you cancall me that. And yes, my Sammi died several months ago. A friend and Ifound two live baby squogs just last week. I think they are hisoffspring. We were forced to take them. Just the thought of some stranger seeing me makes me as horny as hell.’ ‘It’s not like we’re longtime friends or anything,’ I pointed out. ‘Exactly,’ she said in a whisper as her hands came up to caress and massage her breasts gently. ‘That’s why I’m going to come my brains out the second I touch my clit with you watching me.’ I looked at the woman lying in the floor of the boat and grinned. On impulse, I let go of the steering wheel, lifted my hips, and pulled my shorts down around my ankles.. For further emphasis, she grabbed handfuls of her chest and squeezed her tits like dough between her fingers. The traditional elven gown had been... altered for her wedding. Though formfitting, the flowing white robe usually covered the entirety of the bride's chest and most of the legs. This extremely slutty version her future husband had requested had her bouncy, soft milk bags and their pink suckers out in the open. The butt cheeks, as well. Only her smooth elven pussy had any decency unless. He hasn't replied since, but ... I'd like to see him. Try and patch things up." Don't rate your chances," Shawna interjected, laying a sympathetic hand on her knee. "That said, I should probably go see my mother, too. I've not really spoken to her at all this term. She sends a letter a week, but I can never think of what to write back." It's not like nothing's happened this term," Marcus pointed out."I know, but ... I just don't know how she'd take some of it. Any of it." Badly." Will she take.