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“Trust me Tracey, and look straight ahead or at my face, DO NOT look down.” “Err okay.” We kept walking and I could see that Tracey’s skirt was fluttering japanese all over the place and I assumed that mine was too, my skirt was made of a slightly lighter material so it should have been. “Can you feel your skirt on your legs Tracey? No don’t look.” “I haven’t felt the skirt since we walked outside, I feel like I’m bottomless.” “You’re not, you’ve got a skirt on that’s long enough to cover your butt and your pussy.” “I hope so.” I smiled and very shortly we arrived at the place that I wanted to be, the main university reception building with all the statues and a fountain out front. There was, as usual, a lot of people walking around as most of the oriental other building form a circle around the main one. The thing is, because of the layout and design of the buildings, when it’s windy, the wind whistle around the area like a micro tornado. I’d discovered it the first couple of days that I was there and given a few people a pleasant surprise. I smiled again as I felt the stronger wind on my face. I wasn’t looking but there was a good chance that both our skirts were well above where they were designed to be. “Wow, it’s breezy around here.” Tracey Hardcore said, “I hope that my skirt is teen staying in place, I wish that I could feel it, I can’t even use my hands to check it.” “Relax Tracey, asian you’re good.” We got to the other side of the ‘square’ and went where I knew that the wind would be calmer. “Tracey, look at me.” “Oh my gawd, your skirt is up around your waist, I can see your slit.” “So is yours Tracey and it’s been like that for a couple of minutes. No Tracey, leave it, gravity will take care of it in due course.” “You mean I’ve been flashing all those people and I didn’t even know it.” “Yep.” “Oh my gawd. Oh my gawd.” We walked about 100 metres with Tracey looking down at her skirt which had fallen back down but was still fluttering about. “Right Tracey, round 2, you’ll know this time but don’t you dare look down, eyes straight ahead all the time.” “I’m nervous.” “I am a bit as well, but we can do it. Come on.” “Sir I am a whore not a serving wench," she insisted. Won't you, slaves?" We also tossed several ideas back and forth about how we should start our night of sex. All that was left of it were asian the oriental memories Kira and I had japanese of it and Hardcore those memories would become the stories that would be told from generation to generation after we were both long gone. Lesley felt relief wash over her, as her ordeal had finally ended. The pain teen of blue balls was quickly forgotten when I noticed something at the base of the tentacle. I am in tech school learning to be an electronics technician. Just a little nervous. My little titties jiggled as I trembled there. After all, she was only across the street.