We don’t do the hottest one -- Death Nectar -- because it’s so macho-macho. That, and I’m scared of it. Scared to death.Walker is wearing one of...his favorite tee-shirts, black with white lettering -- ‘My Mom Sucks Cocks.’ My friend Peggy Rawlings gave him a bunch of obscene ones for his 10th birthday.Which led to some earlier-than-planned sex education classes to explain things like clit and DP. Thanks, Peggy.But he’s a good kid, Walker. Mostly.I was happy for the distraction of Walker’s merry. I said back, “Hope you beautiful ladies don’t mine if I take some shots while you get more comfortable,” almost drooling with my words.“Not at all, I think you will like what you see Mike,” said Gill, sliding her moist tongue across her ruby lips. There in front of me stood two young goddesses, removing their jackets. Kate was wearing a white tank top that just makes it to her navel. Huge tits popped out inside her top, with no bra on, her nipples pressed out to me, inviting to be licked and. They’re yours.”The pile shook a third pouch, “I got mine,” and giggled.“Successful, were they?”“Yup ... and thanks,” there was a brilliant smile under all that filth. Even teeth that had seen the services of an orthodontist.“You’re not from around here, are you.” I wasn’t asking. I was telling.“Nope,” the pile said.“Maybe ... Cassandra?” I asked.“You one of them heroes?”“You in distress?”“Not any more,” the dirt pile said, and latched onto my arm.“How long you been here?”“Seven long years,” she. The first step of that plan, as set by Eleanor Ferguson, for these two girls was to catch a local bus from BSC to the nearby township of Cedarcrest. The townsfolk there were very sympathetic to BSC. As a result they were always getting visits from naked female students venturing out as Absolutes for the first time. Cedarcrest had some lovely shops, cafes, restaurants and even a well patronized mall with a huge array of emporiums and craft shops. Even though a girl might not need to buy clothes.