Patrice and Kris are great. They bicker all the time which is quite amusing but the four of us get along pretty well. The parties here are just like...the ones on TV: red cups, kegs and some obnoxious yanks – some not all though. Norah like most Irish stereotypes likes a tipple so she has been dragging me along to meet and greets and welcome parties along with all the events happening in the halls and on campus. Before you ask of think I’m skirting the issue, no I haven’t hooked up with. But Jilly was insistent her girls would pleasure her horse husband as the human one was useless and dead in the loins, so she would lead her drunken sexually aroused rabble to the stables, to milk her horse husband, of his semen, for their bathing needs.I joined in, feeling no shame in the exploits of my sexual youth taking over my emotions, my naked lithe body screaming for release, as I cant explain why I got caught up, but I could explain in a literary sense, how we cavorted and drank the. She bid me to sit down, and I did.She reached into a satchel on the ground and produced a small, round candle, then set it on the small table and lit it.“I’m not supposed to do that, but I think it adds a nice calming effect. You won’t tell anyone, will you?” her smiling eyes asked as she sat down with the white candle burning between us.I shook my head, realizing she was only asking questions that could be answered without using words.“No,” I cleared my throat. “I won’t tell anyone.”“Would you. Sheila was first hung up with spreaders on her hands and feet so everyone could clearly see all her joy holes. Once in the air she was slowly rotated so they could see her perfect condition. As she rotated George examined her and explain to the gathering how smooth and soft her skin was, how long her legs were making her good for fucking etc etc.He played in her cunt describing how it felt inside. He went up her ass telling everyone that it was a very welcoming ass. Opened her mouth and telling.