Rachel: That means we won’t be able to sleep together.Maybe Alina won’t mind.Me: You’re probably right.Rachel: I’ll make it up to you tomorrow...I wonder how. Maybe she’ll let me kiss her entire body.Me: Looking forward to it!Rachel: Hey, I didn’t want to talk about it earlier. But thank you for standing up to that woman yesterday.Me: I just didn’t like the way she was talking to you. She was your school counselor, right?Rachel: She still is. You probably understood that my grades weren’t that. I have to stop on the way home and pick up a few things,” she explained. * * *Friday came and I prepared dinner as I’d agreed. I set the table with flowers, candles, her preferred Merlot, and then waited for her in anticipation of what she had planned.She arrived home a few minutes before seven carrying several shopping bags. “I’m going to change. I’ll be out in a few minutes. Pour me something. Sex wasn’t usually this joyless. And then, finally, an orchestrated trickle of sweet-sickly tasting semen over the girls’ naked breasts and faces, and the men were standing, gasping and wheezing, as they eased their pricks back inside their flies and adjusted their belts. Tracey and Buttercup lay flat on the ground, semen-stained heads turned towards each other. Tracey rested her hands on her crotch in a vain attempt to lessen the ache that came from the inner folds of her cunt. Buttercup with. She even decided that she would find reasons to bend over, both forward and backward, giving the guys a view of her breasts and her ass. And for an added bonus, she would move her stool from behind the podium so her legs would be in plain view. “Ok class let’s get started with chapter eight.” Marlena said. She immediately started with her plan, bending over to pick up a marker that she had dropped. Accidentally, of course. And sure enough when she bent over, Marlena could feel the stares upon.