“Hey! C’mon! It’s this way!”Stacy all but dragged Amy out the doors and back down the stairs, and somehow she managed to do it while talking i...ncessantly. “We were all so excited when we heard we were getting a new floor-mate. You are going to love it! Well, by we, I mean mainly me. I told the others that we were getting a new floor-mate, in Room 305 and the others were like ‘So’ and was like ‘Duh! You know why!’ and they were like-” “Look,” Amy said, interrupting Stacy, “I am really tired, do. I spread my legs to make room for her tail, lifting my knees to act like a cradle for her. I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable or slip away. She turned her head and kissed me deeper, expelling hot breaths as we made out like horny teenagers.Without a proper booty to grip, my hands slid up her body to cup her breasts, which felt amazing. They were firm handfuls, and I wasted no time squeezing them. Not hard, but enough to make sure she felt it. She moaned into my mouth and her hands came to. As they were kissing she felt his hands start slowly sliding into the back of her shirt. She hoped he was going to give her one of his back massages, oh how she loved those. His firm hands working hard up and down her shoulder blades and her neck just made her feel amazing. Then she suddenly noticed his hands didn’t stop on her back they moved around and were now sliding up the front of her bra. She had told him about this before, he had tried it once, she wasn’t ready and it made her. Greg turned, went into his cabin and took a bath. After he finished, he put on his bathrobe, went into the living room, turned on his TV, sat down, and before long, was sound asleep. A few doors down, Fran sat at her kitchen table, a half-empty cup of coffee in front of her, feeling out of sorts. A relationship she was in had recently ended badly, and she felt more alone than she had in a long time. She wanted someone to talk with, but it was mid-week, and none of the women she normally was.