With each moment Gareth realized more his fortune at discovering this amazing woman. Her dimensions were endless, her enthusiasm enthralling. He found... himself to be a better man in her presence.She was walking a number of yards ahead and suddenly paused on a rise.“I think there’s a waterfall nearby,” she informed once he had caught up, “does that interest you?”Ethral turned to him as she spoke and smiled at his regard.“I could use a bath I’m sure.”“I was not implying that only offering.”He. Their firm round teenage arses rippled under tight denim as they bent over the pool table, and their loose tops hung low, giving us a tantalising glimpse of fleshy breasts. They laughed, confident and cool, way out of our league. I’m pretty sure we were just sitting back and deciding which one of them would occupy our wank fantasy when we got a minute to ourselves.Later that evening I found myself at a table with two of the girls. One of them had caught my eye: a blonde cheerleader type with a. .. it now... so badly..." she whispered in between moans of pleasure. I saw the look in her eyes as she bit her lip, I slowly eased the head in as she squeezed my ass cheeks and pulled me in harder. "I said fuck me like a man!" she shouted. That is all I need, I thrust in and she gasped. "Oh god, yes." I lifted her up and continue to thrust as I threw her up against the wall. "Oh my god, that's the spot, keep going baby, I'm gonna cum again."Her legs squeezed my hips tighter and tighter every. Or should I? I scan the crowd, and notice a familiar face among the graduating students. The face of Wanda Bernard, my former girlfriend. Ah, Wanda. So fine, so smart, and almost always angry and suspicious of those around her. She calls it vigilance. I call it paranoia. We’ve got quite a history together, you know. I met Wanda during Orientation Day freshman year. The tall, pretty-faced, delightfully curvy, caramel-skinned young woman was the daughter of James Bernard, the Dean of Students..