And most of it was on view down to her coccyx."Ha ha, that an invitation?" Vixen asked. "I'm signed up for the freshman dorm." That smelly place. What...a shame. I've got big bed at the Delta Beta house. Like to see my room?" Maybe later," Vixen said with a grin and a wiggle that stirred his guts."Okay, Okay," he said quickly. "I'll pick you up out front at six, show you the local sights, take you to dinner, right? That cafeteria is certain death." Get in," she said with a sigh of resignation,. His broad lopsided smile and laughing brown eyes stole her heart the very day he moved in.She ground down, taking him deep, moaning as his cock stroked her, stretched her. He was incredible. Everything about him was just… right. She quivered. A tiny spasm clamped her pussy tight around him. Another. A larger one. Her juices flowed, adding a sensual squelch to the soundtrack of needy moans, soft grunts, and the rhythmic squeaking of the bed.Anticipating a monumental, satisfying, orgasm, she. We both we went back to work after the incident in the restroom, and I got the feeling that was the end of it. But then, he let me know that I would be going with him to help on a trip to Mississippi, and we might be staying overnight. I had no reason to think, at that point, that it was anything more than a business trip, but I have to admit to wondering how far Matt might take our discussions.We left early on Thursday morning, and the semi-trailer was fully loaded, with the supplies packed in. The being's clothes, too, were strange. Not in their styling, for men of different cities often wore clothes of varying cut, but in their color.They weren't the dark crimson of the Trader's Guild, nor yet the bright yellow of the money lenders. They weren't priestly green, or even the dull brown of the common citizen, the farmer and herder, that Orzad wore. Instead, they were of many colors mingled together without rhyme or reason. The deep blue reserved only to those of royal blood, strange.