” His hand found my pussy which he caressed but apparently he did not know what to do. I sat up, pushing him as I did. He slid off the edge of th...e bed onto his knees. I raised my knees and spread my legs. “Here,” I said, “Look here, you need to know what you have to work with.” He watched intently as I described my pussy, telling him how to stimulate each part. I concluded by saying, “If you learn to love a pussy right and word gets around, you will have girls lining up. Are you ready. I went around to get some woods from the forest while she began setting up the table for breakfast.While picking woods, all I could picture was fingering her. Her warm nice pussy overflowing with the juices I had touched and felt yesterday for as long as I wanted. I could not gather enough woods. Of course my mind was elsewhere and I could not stop thinking. Since I was hungry, I went back to the tent with whatever I had."Could only find few. Will get more in the afternoon" I told her while. I’ll be doing some stuff with the Nuns later this year, so for you Sisters of Fate fans, there are major bits hidden in this story.The second thing I wanted to do is something that the great JPB often does. He has his protagonist go through several relationships before he finds the real one. I really wanted a shot at that so here it is.And one last thing. There are four Mustangs in this story. The first person who emails me and names them all will be written into the next story, with their. The English instructor hadn't a clue what was happening for the next four days. Usually he'd go home and smoke a bowl while he graded the homework for the day. Somewhere in the green fog, the inspiration would come and the morning lesson would magically appear.Lesson plans never survived first contact with the enemy ... and never let yourself believe for one second that freshmen students weren't the enemy. They were the enemy to good planning and discipline and a foe to learning. The first few.