You have to use that dead thing between your thighs to take my virginity.’ ‘I agree. What do you want to bet?’ ‘I bet that we have fraternal t...in girls, one that looks like me, and one that looks like you.’ ‘Have you been talking to your mother again?’ ‘No, my mother told me she would never be speaking with us again. She said we didn’t need her anymore, and other people did. She said that we would be fine, from now on. She left me before the wedding, but I could feel her in my heart, as we got. She wasn't really concerned about the subject, having a kind of confidence that what she knew already was more than enough to pass the class.She simply didn't feel like a college girl. There wasn't any of the usual college girl feelings in her, such as checking out the guys, looking for friends, or the concerns of how to organize her social life around her school schedule. I'm not saying that's what all college girls are like, but most of them have at least one of those on their mind, if even. I kept walking, wanting to see the rest of the party. I assumed Marcie was still in the tents outside, and I knew where most of the girls I had already banged were. This, coincidentally, is when I saw Cassidy. She was on her knees in the kitchen, wearing just her panties and Uggs, as she ate out one of her best friends, Megan. Megan was about 5’3”, small C cups, pretty face, decent ass. Her boobs were definitely bigger than Cassidy’s, but her small frame made them seem smaller. She had a nice. They broke the kiss and sauntered toward the couch.“How was the fitting?”“You tell us,” answered Mallory, kneeling in front of me. “I think I can see how much you like it.”With a slow tug, she began unzipping me. Her look never left my eyes as she licked her upper lip. She unzipped with her right hand and pulled Katey over with her left.“Need a little help here, some personal service,” Mallory said.I was bursting through my boxers by now, and Katey edged her way in between my legs and tugged on.