Me, and more than half of the male students, and I’ll bet a large number of women, too, had wet dreams about her most nights. Look, she was so far a...bove me that I’d never spoken to her, even though we had a couple of classes together. Conversation doesn’t move fast when all you can think to say is ‘Duh’. Clarissa was a male fantasy come to life. She was a gorgeous blonde, kind of like Alice with even more hair. And more chest, too, a lot more chest. Her legs were at least as good, maybe better,. It looks so good covered only in a skimpy thong. You reach for the hem of your T-shirt and pull over your head to reveal your breasts to the room. You give them a nice squeeze and then just stand there only wearing your thong. Your breasts are amazing but any standards. Bigger than a handful but perfectly pert. Your blond hair only just reaches your nipples and you love how the blond matches your toned and tanned skin. You reach behind the door to grab the bathrobe your uncle kindly left out. The International League was spread out all over the eastern U.S., with fourteen clubs in all. In my short time with the Braves, I’d already found out that it was still awfully cold in Syracuse and Rochester in May, and that the Red Sox fans in Pawtucket, Rhode Island were almost as obnoxious as their big-league cousins in Boston. Or so I had heard. I only knew the Boston versions by reputation.Anyway, I was getting desperate, and very horny, so Sunday morning I found a Methodist Church close. Her flimsy light dress rose above her tight firm tanned ass. Hands grasped at her lacy panties and ripped quickly them down her smooth legs. They stopped at her bent knees and were effortlessly torn off her quivering scared body. They landed beside her face. Tanya attempted a scream but her face was pressed into the smelly plastic garbage bags. She almost could not breathe and with every gasping breath in sucked and suctioned part of a bag. She had to slow her scared breaths down or risk.