You're good at that. You sure you don't want to be a lesbian.”“And give up my daddy's cock?” I shuddered. “Women are fun, but men—my daddy�...are hot!”I hopped to my feet, pussy cream running down my chin. I grabbed her hand and dragged her from the stall. We had to get to classes. I led her out of the bathroom over to the table where we'd left our stuff. We gathered it up, her holding her clothes beneath her arm.“So, tell me everything about you and Vivian,” I said, hooking her arm with mine and. “You know what about. I know you watched me that night.” she said accusingly. “I don’t know what…….”, I started. “Jace, don’t lie to me. Don’t tell me you did not like it either because I sure did. In fact, I did it again after you snuck back here.”, she admitted. “You did?”, I asked, stunned that we were having this conversation.“Yes, I did. And what about you……... did you come back in here and jerk off?”, she asked in a low tone. This conversation was so wrong on so many levels, but I could. Her home was about 50 kilometers from my place. I was waiting for the next day. Next day I reached her home and called on her cell phone. She opened the door I was shocked to see her figure. She was looking very beautiful in white T-shirt and half pant and she was not wearing bra and I could see the pointed nipples from the t shirt. She told me that her parents are away and they will not come till night as they went to attend a marriage party at Bangalore. I asked her who else are staying with. Amber was the daughter of my favorite teacher, Debbie Kearney/Howard, of course, and she had the same golden curls to live up to her name. There was Sarah Swain/Howard, Lisa’s little sister, as well, who had her own group of sixty-nine.Last, but not least, there were the so-called “Sister Squad”: Claudia, Caroline, and Candice Adams, my blood half-sisters by my birth father, Clifford Macduff. Though there were plenty of kinswomen, legally, physically, and spiritually, in my commune of four.