Her music player was still operating, singing out Pink Floyd’s later, more ambient sounds. A few small cuts and a palm full of aftershave later, she rinsed her freshly groomed skin, shut off the water, and reached for the fluffy green towel on a nearby rack. XXX Everything was according to schedule. Her wetness increased as the slight roughness from the cotton excited her clit and the folds of skin below it. In two hours and a half she would have to go to class. Deciding that another short bout of sleep was going to be unattainable, she drooped out of bed and stumbled to her laptop. She hit the Female Torso link. Her stomach growled as she locked the door and Anya walked down the hall, pondering her breakfast. Finished, the girl turned off the lights and mp3 player, grabbed her purse, and stepped outside her dorm.
