She’s always calling about something stupid or just to yell about nothing. “So tell me, what’s with this whole new look of yours, hun? I must sa..., it’s really something.”“I just thought I’d go for something a little more simple. I woke up late and didn’t have time to do my makeup as I normally would.” A lie. A full blown lie and by the look on his face, he knows it too.“Woke up late, eh? If you woke up late, then how are you fifteen minutes early?” I thought he might just laugh it off but I was. Blonde, sporty vs. bookish situation, but perhaps she knew something we didn’t because within the first month of school we became lovers and best friends. We’ll never share clothes or shoes or make-up, but we share our emotions, our dreams, a love of sexy games – and on one incredible occasion, we shared Belinda’s mystery boyfriend, although I was blindfolded and still do not know his identity. At least I didn’t at the time; but the day of the shoe shopping fantasy was the day I found out. Hot. It was then that I discovered the local “lovers lane”, actually a secluded car park on the downs, and the by-products of many such liaisons; namely the used condoms. As our time to explore from the confines of the school was confined to Sundays these were usually freshly used and as I picked up the first was struck with a fascination that this very object had been lodged deep inside the vagina of some woman, albeit unknown. The knowledge had an immediate arousing effect upon me and as I sniffed. A week passed before I saw Mrs. Dorian again. She invited me over to Kendra house. I showed up to see both of them naked in Kendra bed. They both smiled as I walked in and took off my clothes. I got on the bed. Kendra crawled over and got on my cock. She was bouncing up and down as I sucked on her breast. Mrs. Dorian got off the bed and walked over to a big closet near the bed. She opened the double doors to the closet. Kendra stopped for a second. She looked over at two people sitting in the.