I hugged my shirt and bra against my breasts, to preserve at least some level of modesty. After organizing ourselves into the living room, we sat down...on the couches. “Kiya, go get us some drinks.” I rose. “Kiya,” I turned my head to face him. “You wont be able to carry the drinks if your holding that shirt. Put it down.” I groaned inwardly, but obeyed. I came back holding three, cold beers. I handed one to each of our guests, keeping my eyes averted out of embarrassment, and then handed one to. After that we had the most amazing fuck and fell asleep in contentment. The next day I was intrigued by what had happened. We went out early but with the sun beaming down I suggested we go back and drink on the patio, it was too hot to be shopping. We did and we were soon both horny again. This time when we went back inside I left the door open. I don't know what made me do it, but I was actually shaking with excitement. As our fondling and kissing progressed sure enough the gardener appeared.. I was having second thoughts about journalism. Not because I wasn't interested but because I was finding so many more other areas of interest. I wouldn't really have to begin my journalism courses until second year so I had some time to think about my future. It was then that I ran into Steve Walters, a teaching assistant in the English department.It took me a couple of months to adapt to college life and understand what was expected of me. That is to say ... nothing. Whether I passed or failed. "Paige and I... we weren't born female," Jessica said, ignoring Natalie'swarning."So," Jacques said, "you wear these clothes because you enjoy wearingthem? To you, they are more than just a uniform, but a fantasy?" In America they have a thing called the fifth amendment," Natalie said,clamping a hand over Jessica's mouth and leading her to the plane's exit."Jessica's exercising that now. Bye!" Despite Jessica's protests, Nataliedidn't release her mouth until they'd reached the bottom of the.