From the very first time she had seen Page, Heather compared herself to the striking blonde. Heather's pale skin was marked by freckles especially bet...een her breasts. Her breasts were small B cups and her nipples were a light shade of pink. Her body, sculpted by years of gymnastics, seemed boyish in her eyes. She was well muscled, especially in her legs, and carried no extra weight. Yet she hated her short stature and thought everyone looked at her like a freak.Page walked into the room and. "Darlene..." he said very softly."What are you doing here?" she asked in a louder voice."I -I had to see you."She shook her head. "I can't see why you would. Unless you want to fuck me in the ass again."She stood only feet away from him and her whole body trembled as she said that. Suddenly the rage was back.His hands clenched by his side and he sighed deeply."I'm so sorry - fuck, I don't know what happened..." Well I do, and you should consider yourself lucky I didn't tell anyone," she said. Bob brought it home, to be vetted by his wives. As mothers themselves, they were the best judges of what was right. They approved the story without changing a word, and Bob gave Tom the go-ahead to disseminate it.Tom prepared his distribution plan. He made contact with a large number of different news distributers in many countries, and told them that this story had to be released right after it was received. He explained that it was a social story that had political overtones, so he was. Her tongue brushes over my lips. “Please,” I moan. She chuckles. Her tongue disappears. “You weren’t close, were you?” Smack! Her hand finds my ass again. “And I’m sure you remember when Jen came to visit.” Jen was our cousin--a year younger than me and a year older than Jacqueline. “You guys took turns spanking me. And making me lick both of you. Your pussies. Your nipples. Your toes. Even your asses. My tongue was sore for three days. So was my ass. How many times did you come that day?” .