Her roommate was sprawled out on her bed, with her head in the lap of some guy. Both were obviously worked up and the fact that Bree and I were right ...here didn’t seem to do much to deter them from getting more worked up. Oh they were ‘polite’ enough to stop any overt petting with us right there. But it was obvious that some cloths were coming off as soon as we left. The guy was standard frat issue, while Bree’s roommate looked like she stepped out of central casting. Blonde hair, blue eyes,. Things never got weird between them, they were buddies for life. I turn the machine onto medium- high and began to run, my long brown hair moving back and forth on my back and my breasts moves up in down in the rhythum of the machine. "Mr. Richards, we need you in the office. You have two phone calls from your family." The speakers said around the room and Mr. Richards puts down his clipboard, tells us he will be back in fifteen minutes and walks out of the room. I try not to notice Murry. "You'd be surprised. She's told me she thinks you're rather cute." I don't know what would happen," he said. "I probably would have expected, well, I don't know what I'd expect. But I've heard stories about her." What do guys say about her?" Most guys think she's a wild girl who's supposed to have done all sorts of things." Like taking a shower with the basketball team and having sex with them?"He nodded. "That's one story I heard. But I figured that was just a story. It's gotta be." Actually. And don't spend all night picking out your toy. Just grab one." Ooh," Fatima cued, then picked up a long, think cylinder of plastic that bulged with progressively wider spheres. "Do you know what these are, Fumi?"Fumi shook my head."Anal beads!"Fumi's butt-cheeks clenched."Drop those pants and let me stick this up your ass."Fumi thought that sounded fun. So she shoved her sweatpants down her sleek thighs. She knelt and pointed her ass at her wife. Fatima fell to her knees, her hands on Fumi's.