“Wha ... Why...” She kept trying to phrase what she wanted to ask, but kept stuttering to a halt.“You didn’t tell her?” I asked Emma and she...beamed.“I figured that should be something you do,” she said brightly.“During the summer I was dating four girls,” I said. “Then someone started a rumor about me, they believed it, they broke up with me and treated me pretty badly. That’s the short version.”“The girls next door?” she asked.I nodded. “The same Powers sisters the fight at school started. It had a cupola on one corner. Ida thought her house was a "Craftsman "house. People 100 years ago could order one from the Sears, Roebuck catalog. The pieces were milled and shaped in Chicago, and shipped by rail to the correct city, then moved from the boxcars to the building site on a horse drawn wagon. I loved the high ceilings and huge windows, cupola, giant kitchen and bedrooms. Ida said "This house went through the earthquake in 1906 and who knows how many smaller ones, so nothing in it. " Okay," Sandra said and started to walk away from Brenda.Brenda looked at the table Sandra had been lying on, and noticed a wet spot on it. "Damn, she really wasn't faking it," Brenda thought and then looked at Sandra walking away from her. Her buttocks reflected some of the sunlight.Those students, who hadn't gone inside yet, kept looking at Sandra when she walked by. Especially the boys noticed how red and puffy Sandra's vulva looked, but the girls just looked at Sandra and wondered why she,. I could see Danielle’s fixed look on my hanging cock.“Do you want it?” I asked softly.“Yeah… Pleaaaaase!”I knelt down and took off her panties. My mouth was immediately drawn to those fleshy lips. I stuck my head to her pussy and began to lick it. It was so wet. It was flooded, and my saliva was going to contribute turning it into a large lake. I dug her hole. It felt so warm that I immediately imagined what it was going to be like to be inside of her.As I licked her pussy, Danielle became.