“They can be very short, but I was thinking mid-thigh...”She felt him snuggle closer, his half-erection between her butt cheeks.“Don’t start s...mething you won’t finish,” she said.“Not gonna ... he’s just happy to be where he is,” Jason said, his voice even fainter, growing fuzzy with sleep.She motioned to Yan.“Have the shoppers bring some obscenely short dress selections,” she whispered.Yan smiled and pulled out her phone.Donna drifted off, thinking of dresses that were Daisy-Duke short.VidaShe. All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and anyresemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. Theparameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at thediscretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for anyrules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be brokenwithin the story.-------------------------Now onto the fun. I tried to turn and look to try and figure out why he stopped when Mitch crawled under me while Jamal pulled out of me. I leaned down as much as I could so that I could kiss Mitch. While doing so I felt my husband enter making me moan out as he stretched me in ways that Jamal didn’t. I started to ride him for a few minutes forgetting that Jamal was in the room. I was so into it that I jumped when I felt something wet on my ass. When I felt Jamal’s finger go in my ass, I knew what was happening. All last semester, the student population was openly hostile to me. Walking into a bathroom or around a corner makes me itch to have a knife or a gun or my shield.”She nodded. “Maybe we should look into a school transfer then,” she suggested and I shook my head.“No,” I argued. “If I do that, I abandon all my friends, all the girls who look to me for support and I let the rest of them have the satisfaction of running me out of their school. I won’t let them have that and I won’t turn my back on.