Then, Marcella involuntarily began to admire the artist for having done such a good job in creating a resemblance with Our Lady of Medjugorje. However... pious indignation took over her again, and her demeanour went back to being full of hatred towards the artist. Marcella’s beautiful, blue eyes travelled along the naughty pastel image of Mary and placed themselves upon the Virgin’s crotch once again. She was unable to set her eyes anywhere else but on that heavenly, confusing view. From far. I qualified for a couple of grants and moved into the dorms there. I hit the books hard to keep myself busy. I wasn't really trying to graduate early, but that was a pleasant side effect. I was just trying to keep moving. Most of my free time was spent online trying to find any mention of you." I imagine there wasn't much to find." Not a damned thing." She agreed."Until last month when I found the announcement online for the art opening, I was worried you might have died or something. But,. With Roxanne on her hands and knees, face buried in my butt crack and her ass pointed up towards the sky, Carla slid down behind her and planted her tongue between Roxanne's sweaty butt cheeks.Roxanne's tongue softly teased and twirled its way around my very sensitive pink pucker hole. It felt sensuously delightful. As I leaned to the side to peek, I saw that Carla was busy with her tongue buried deep between Roxanne's cheeks.Our little ass-fest was interrupted when Yo Big Daddy galloped right. It looked more like her expectations had been matched. ‘You must be Jack, I take it,’ she said, turning to him and making him jump slightly. ‘It’s nice to meet you. Where are your parents? I’d like to get started as soon as possible.’ Jack frowned. Started? What the hell was she on about? ‘They’re in the, er, dining room. We’re just about to have dinner.’ ‘Good,’ replied the woman shortly. ‘I’m starving. This way, is it?’ She was off at a brick pace before Jack had time to answer. He followed.