Herbreasts spilled out in front of me, and I couldn’t help but stare at them.I had seen women’s breasts before in the magazines, but not this way.... Theywere beautiful! They were round and globular, and each one ended with adainty nipple at its tip. Sarita posed for me that way for a moment, and thenbent over me letting her breasts hang in front of my face.“Would you like to suck my nipples?” she breathed.“Oh, yeah,” I answered.I took one of Sarita’s nipples in my mouth. I guess there is some. I quickly looked away and pretended not to notice. When we got home that evening after a few more drinks and some lines of cocaine (which she loved) she said that earlier that evening when she was chatting to a few of the girls from my work she had learned what a stud he was. I laughed "yes he is meant to be well hung" with that she said "shall we go upstairs to bed I need to be fucked". My little dick twitched at her talking so nasty and I followed her up the stairs all the while hypnotized by. "You asshole!" she laughed."No, your asshole."I received a second punch for that. I started massaging her bum with both hands and spreading her ass cheeks.Melissa shrieked and slipped from my arms. I chased her around the campsite, trying to grab her ass as both of us laughed. She might have been faster in the water, but I was faster on land. We wound up with me pinning her to the ground, face down as I lay on her back.I gave her bum another friendly squeeze."You are NOT fucking my ass, mister.. James Guillaume growing fascination with his new school was just beginning to unfold. He had simply never been exposed to such a world before. Byron College was nearly two hundred years old and had produced countless inventors, congressmen, senators, businessmen, authors and activists. Distinguished men and women whom history and society remembered for their contributions and the remarkable lives they led. Byron College was an elite institution. It was quite possibly the top liberal arts school.