I looked at myself in a mirror and hastily pulled on a wig and a robe. I padded barefoot to the door and looked out the peephole to be sure it was Jor...an.I opened the door. Not only Jordan, but Lars. WTF? Was I busted?“Deb,” Lars said as he came into the room. “We thought we should come in person instead of calling you.” Panic was setting in. I could feel my breath coming in gasps. Please don’t say what you’re going to say. Please, don’t. “Dag passed away about two hours ago.”My whole world. We both missed boyfriends that weekend, we both were in committed relationships, and we were 2 peas in a pod in many ways. There would be few conflicts with us.I opened the blinds to answer her knock."Is Henny still here, still in a lousy mood waiting for the phone to ring?" she asked."Yes, and I assume you had a run in with her too. I just used more swear words than I had said in 4 years of high school, in just one sentence with her. She's taking her boyfriends inattentiveness out on us, I. So, I moved my head to the side somewhat to ensure he didn't splatter my face at all. I just wanted him to do it for his sister, and not me."Shit, sis, I can't stop cumming," he moaned, covering his face.I watched him shoot out seven different shots all on his sister's face over about forty seconds or so. I kept my hands on her stomach the whole time and watched the sexy action like a hawk on a pit of snakes.Every time I saw his white stuff I made myself jerk somewhat, but I made sure not to. ”A ripple ran through the crowd. A buzzing murmur.“That's how much I love you,” I moaned. “And if I don't... Right now...” I knew these words were pathetic lies to justify my lusts. I just wanted to be fucked in the asshole and damn the consequences. I hated my body so much right now. I couldn't fight my lusts.I was addicted to Shelena's cock.“Shelena, fuck my asshole and leave my futa-girlfriend alone!” I howled for the entire cafeteria to hear.“Salome,” I just heard Paloma say as she watched.