Elle reprit sa marche au hasard et le destin finit par la conduire ? une petite demeure nich?e dans une clairi?re.Le hasard ou le bon sens, elle avait...d?cid? de suivre le cours d'eau et les propri?taires de la demeure, avait choisi la seule clairi?re se trouvant sur le trajet du cours d'eau, alliant le cot? pratique, pas d'arbres ? abattre pour construireau cot? bonnes conditions de vie, pas de seau ? porter sur une longue distance pour s'approvisionner en eau.Elle se glissa ? l'interieur de la. We didn't make it very far from the bus before several boys with requests accosted us. Ah, well, time to play the game.The first guy asked me to spread my legs a bit and pull myself open so he could see what it looked like in the daylight instead of fumbling around in the dark while on a date. That was an easy one, and it wasn't even uncomfortable. While I did this, another guy asked if he could stand behind me while he felt my breasts. I moved my elbows out a bit from my body and he stuck his. We made out a little, and then they faced the railing, and Chris and I raised their skirts over Amber and Jess's beautiful little asses so we could fuck them doggie style from behind as they held on to the railing and looked out over the city.The four of us got into our daring doggie-style fucks pretty quick. I was pummeling Jess, as Chris did Amber. There was little conversation, except for occasional words of encouragement or statements about how perfect this was going.Chris brought Amber off. . and not really a date. It's more schoolwork." Third date, Ren."Ren held the door and Scarlet stepped into the gallery. "I'm my prof's biggest pain-in-her-ass," he remarked. "I keep pushing back on her as to whether something is or isn't art." I have a little test for that," she replied. "Anything that's art has to pass two tests." What are they?" First -- you have to recognize it as art outside of a gallery or museum," she explained. "If you came across a statue in a parking lot, you'd say,.