Rebecca, an early riser, had left. Marisol was in her bathrobe and combing her hair, sitting at the kitchen table. “We’ve got to wait until Muffy gets here,” she said, which only increased the mystery. As Marisol’s hands went up to comb out a kink, her bathrobe separated, giving Tami a view of her cleavage, her breasts hanging down without the support of a bra. Marisol smiled shyly, then while still combing out the kink, scrunched her shoulders together in a vain attempt to bring her...

Melissa, the new TL, smiled as she sat down at one of the chilly concrete tables in the Student Union courtyard. Tall, blonde, beautiful, she looked like a model and instinctively dressed like one, this time in a black carriage coat with blue scarf, black snow cap, straight leg jeans and long black boots. Every passing guy gave her a long look, but she was used to that and ignored them, focused on the object of her desire and thanking her luck. It had become cloudy and a bit windy, but the...

It is time to address the weekly “adorations”. In the village square from 7:00 to 7:30 p.m. on Wednesdays the Taoist Committee ties D. to a cross-like structure which allows their accomplished tongues full access to her anatomy. This was done with my approval but the villagers have turned it into a religious service, with a crucifix on a tall pole while they kneel and pray around her. I can’t understand that Latin gibberish but the prayer is repeated each time she approaches a climax,...