" I whispered to him over my shoulder. "Dammit Alice, how in the hell do you do that?" he asked. "Do what?" I asked puzzled. ... "Know what I'm thinking about like that." "I don't know, how do you breathe? It just seems obvious sometimes, that's all." I said. We laid silently for several minutes when I told him that Colette was staying the entire weekend too, which delighted him to no end. I pleased him even more when I told him, "Tomorrow, you get to be in. He explained a little of the geology of the canyon and what the students were to look for as they searched the walls of the canyon. He explained that they would spend a day here, then move on the third day. They would camp there for a day while searching the area for samples. They would then return traveling half a day and spending the rest of that day examining the area.After giving the lecture, Professor Simms asked, “Are there any questions?”Raising his hand, Ed asked, “What about. I was very surprised when Lindsey returned and told me of her encounter with Yvette.It seems when Yvette met Lindsey at the door she was dressed only in a sheer camisole to cover her. Under which she wore a tiny bikini. Lindsey didn’t need to use her imagination; Yvette was there in all her hard body glory. Yvette was greatly disappointed I hadn’t showed up, she took the plans, nearly slamming the door in poor Lindsey’s face. Lindsey is no prude, at 22 years of age has seen enough to know this. So, life was pretty boring and I jerked off to Priyanka Chopra and Deepika Padukone’s pics. It was pretty much the same though. Over time, it feels the same even if you jerk off to a fucking borehole. I need a real pussy, man. And thanks to the dear god that he nodded a yes to my desires and there landed a fucking sex bomb in the next flat. This is when things got interesting. It was one fine Sunday morning that my doorbell rang and I opened the door with my sleepy, still half-closed eyes when.