“No way,” John said, staring at a girl bending over to fish something out of the bottom of her locker. “Is it me? Or are the girls here better l...oking than at our school?”“A little of both, I think,” I said while mentally inquiring on the location of the girls’ locker room from the nearest girl. “This way.”When we arrived at the locker room entrance, I actually had to grab John’s arm to keep him from just walking in.“I’m not ready yet,” I said. “I’m having a little trouble feeling everyone. “Are you okay, Red?” she asked. I’d never heard Melody use a nickname for Bree other than when she refused to refer to her as anything but “bitch.” I wasn’t sure how Bree would take it.“Yes, baby,” Bree answered. “But I’ve been so worried about you. And I had a lot of nightmares Thursday night.”“So did I,” Mel said. “Is it better now?”“I think so. I woke up screaming late at night. I was so panicked. Then, Dad came in and he held me until I went back to sleep.”“You’re so lucky, Bree,” Melody. There were no lovelies walking by as it was Sunday but it was a nice view anyway."Why are you staring out the window?" Abby asked as she entered my office. She came over with the coffee pot, poured me another cup and sat on my lap."Something's going on with the Robinsons." I handed her the paper and pointed to the report on Cynthia. "First George Hamilton, the guy that was trying to seduce Cynthia, dies in a boating accident and a few weeks later Cynthia is found dead." People die all the. My cum swollen testicles quivered and convulsed as my own sissy-gasm began to erupt. "OH MY GAWWD!!! You're making me c-c-cummMMMM!! Ahhhnnnn!! Oh fuck!! Oh Gawwwwdd you're making my b-butthole or-g-g-gasm! Oh Daddy! Fuck my faggot pussy!" I was panting and exhaling my filthy words in broken sobs. His thrusts knocked the air out of me each time he humped into me, my lungs would be crowded. There was so much dick inside me I had to gasp and hyper-ventilate as I spewed my dirty talk. "Fucking.