You laughed and told me that it was more like a late lunch, as it was 3pm. I stole some bacon off of your plate and made us some coffee. You looked at...me with an almost worried expression on your face. I asked what was wrong, you said nothing, but the question mark on your face said differently. Do you think we should talk, I asked you, and you did. We walked upstairs and sat back down on the floor. Looking around the empty room took me through a take by take of what had happened over the past. The in-law signed a pre-nup so he was out. The rest was split three ways. Her second husband was military and died in combat with a million dollar life insurance that paid double if killed in combat. But, Agnes was very lucky or good at the stock market and trading in her younger days. Which brought her to Monica for representation in the new ever changing market.I met Agnes at Monica’s office when I was picking her up for lunch. Agnes invited herself along, so she could make sure I was good. “Why are you packing those schoolgirl clothes?”“I think that some of the Daddies might think that it would be sexy to fuck a Catholic schoolgirl. My friends and I used to wear those clothes to the mall and we could see all the dirty old men staring at us and and it was obvious that they wanted to fuck us. Don’t you think some Black Daddies will want to fuck some white Catholic schoolgirls?”Once Dazhawn thought about that, he realized that she was right and nodded. On the way out when Latoya was. .. but you may retain your pumps." I could feel the colour rise in my cheeks as I slowly shed my clothes feeling the gentle breeze caress my naked body. Julie & the woman talked in muted voices and I caught the odd words ..... " dogs" ...... "virgin".... "straight I think," then they both laughed as they exchanged a private joke. "Come slut" Julie commanded, "it's time for you to get well and truly fucked."I could feel my juices making my inner thighs wet as I meekly followed them as they.