As the luxury bus slides into the Bangkok night to head north, Matilda places a flat red pillow that she always travel with for her head on the back o...f the seat and takes the thin blanket out of it plastic bag. It’s going to be a bloody cold air-conditioned ride, as usual.Before settling in, Miranda walks to the toilet at the back of the bus and slips off her flimsy pink bikini underwear from under her cool cotton skirt. She always sleeps naked, and this may be the closest way that she can. "I can't see that. She and Randi are tight." Yes they are," Brock said with an exaggerated leer."That's not what I meant and you know it," Tara said, blushing and shaking her head."I knew what you meant," Brock said. "And, no, Meredith doesn't want it to end. I do. I'd like Meredith all to myself." You're hitting them at the same time!" Tara said. "Oh, this is too good. You dog. I wondered why Meredith gave a little smirk when I mentioned Susan and I doing you. It's because she and Randi just. ” “Sure,” said the girl as she watched her roommate skin out of her faded Levis and flip off her shoes with her toes. Her thong had just about disappeared into her pink flesh, and her thighs were surprisingly muscular. By the time Cal closed the door behind her, Vixen was out of her short sweater and on Ralph’s lap, her mouth mashed to his. “Thanks for the help,” she said as she pulled his sweatshirt over his head. She kissed him again as his big hands grasped her here and there, kneading both. “She will come live with me, s*s. I insist on it!”“Oh, Jeffrey; really?” she exclaimed.“Absolutely, I’m a five minute walk from the campus; I live in this big old house by myself. It will be wonderful to have her; to share in her experience at school; to bond with my sister’s daughter.”There was silence on the other end. I continued, “That is, if she wants to. I don’t want to be a drag on her experience, make her feel forced to live with her old Uncle Jeffrey.” The silence went on. “Are.