His fellows had made no attempt to stop the bleeding and it was now too late. It may have always been. I went up to one of the surviving wounded. “W...ere did you idiots come from?”He looked up sullenly. He said nothing. After a moment, I put a bullet in his chest. Now, he would never talk.I looked over at the last remaining invader. “Do you want to answer my question?”He nodded. “We’re from Marietta. We got pushed out by a gang of police and army. We were looking for a place of our own. Then,. You’re done in time, right Kara?”“Yes. It’ll be right before finals, but I’ll manage. The Paschal service isn’t until 11:00pm, so I can still meet with my study team that afternoon and evening.”“The ‘Chemistry Mafia’ brooks interference from neither God nor man,” I chuckled.We cleaned up our breakfast dishes and made some tea, and hung out in the ‘Indian’ room until it was time to go to karate.March 28, 1989, Chicago, Illinois“Happy Birthday, Kara!” I said when the alarm went off at. Smooth, warm and wet, I thought I'd cum. The temptation to drop my hand down, and caress one of her delicious looking ass cheeks, was overwhelming, but I fought against it. "Yep, soap free," I said, reluctantly."Your turn," Pocket Rocket said, putting her hands right on my naked hips, then spinning me until my bare butt was facing her. "Umm," she said, but I couldn't tell if that was just a sound of appreciation or one of assessment. "Looks like there's some here," she said, brushing my back. The young woman's belly heaved in and out wildly, as the convulsions rocked her entire being. Jenn couldn't stop the cum from running down her slender honey canal and she almost fainted when Betsy swallowed her clitoris. Betsy was so enthralled with Jenn's dramatic climax that she lost track of time. The only thing she yearned for was fulfilling the young woman's dream.Another thing about that night came rushing back to Betsy. She found out what it was like having two overly determined women.