“You’ve got to stop this, woman,” I whispered through my grin. “Not in front of family.” She gave me a discreet slap on the ass. I deserved ...t. And I liked it. One tradition we had when it was just “the kids” when we got together like this was to play guitar and sing around the campfire. We’d start out with a lot of goofy songs. “Be My Yoko Ono” was a trademark of me and Rick, and if we didn’t come up with it on our own, someone would demand it. This time was the best ever when Andrea chimed in. "What about when I go out shopping?" I asked."Wear your plug." What about when I go to the gym or for a run?" Wear your plug."In other words, the plug goes in me in the morning and stays in until it's time for bed with removal only for that most necessary of acts that I won't get into because discussions of poop is a hard limit for me and will not be referred to again. Pursuant to my instruction when I woke up the next morning the second thing I did (the first was to ensure that I was. She was dumbfounded. Usually she was the one dancing to please the guy, but Amy was no guy. She didn't know how to please Amy. Mia felt herself getting wet as Amy moved her butt against her. Amy turned around and leaned up to whisper in Mia's ear, "Do you want to get out of here?" Mia's knees buckled at that thought and she had to steady herself using Amy as leverage. Amy grabbed Mia's hand and walked her out of the club, the two of them catching almost every guys' attention. She led Mia to her. After class ended, she got up. Knowing exactly what she was doing, she bent down (giving the young assistant the perfect view of her panties), picked up her books and put them in her book bag.She went to exit the room when she got called, “Sharmell.”Her head jerked.“Your assignment?” The assistant asked.“Oh. Can I turn it in tomorrow? I’ll have it tomorrow. I promise.”“It’s due today. twenty-five points off for a late grade. You don’t want to take your final, do you?” the teacher.