She joined in conversations at meals, offering her own thoughts and opinions and sometimes even making little jokes, which to her surprise were genera...lly well-received. She hung out or walked with people sometimes instead of scuttling back to her room or to the library after classes. Eventually she even plucked up the courage to ask a stylish woman friend to help her shop for some new, more flattering clothing and teach her a little bit about make-up. If she’d been able to afford it, Diana. Then it hit her. Lisa never listens to anything I tell her. I bet she let him in the house. She hurriedly gathered her groceries and ran into the back door. "Lisa, Lisa, where are you at?" She didn't answer. Carol went into the living room and there was Lisa still laying across the footstool on her stomach. Butch had mounted her. "Oh my god get off her, Carol screamed. Are you alright Lisa? Talk to me." When she tried to go near the dog he bared his teeth. She went around so she could see. Better just go to her room.She resisted the urge to slam her bedroom door behind her. Couldn't let it show too much just how irritated that man made her. She glanced into the mirror above her bed, admiring her tanned skin and dishwater blond hair which fell to her shoulders. She always got compliments about her big, piercingly blue eyes, and she knew the boys in class were always gazing at her admittedly ripe breasts and firm yet curvaceous ass. Boys was all the guys in class were, though. What. They used to talk about girls, Milfs and bhabhis a lot. I too started fantasizing about milfs but I was not that lucky to get a milf.I had a friend in my society whose name was Rocky. He was 23 years old and had just passed out his college. I often party at his flat as his parents stay in another city. He was good with girls. He used to often tell me that he has fantasies for older women in their early or mid-40s with teenage kids. I used to like thinking about his fantasy. But little I knew he.