"The math dudes. Cindy and Nikki interviewed with them." You're telling me that somebody from high school walked into the presence of two college math...professors and went toe to toe with them?"Tina was smirking. The truth of the matter is when it comes to Cindy and Nikki, we love 'em to death, but we're both in awe sometimes. Everybody is. She said, "you might want to know, too, that Cindy graduated high school at fourteen and Nikki was fifteen."The other guy asking the questions was,. We started stirring around seven thirty. After weeks of getting up and doing our own breakfast, we elected to dress, go out, and find a restaurant.Small town. Only a couple of restaurant choices, and the one we chose knows us. We get greeted like family and directed to a table in the corner. Talk over breakfast in a somewhat crowded restaurant is strictly G-rated. We all recognize that our lifestyle would get me thrown in jail, despite the fact that I wasn’t coercing them in any way.Wouldn’t. "Hold the bitch tight or I'll give you a hiding you'll never forget before the next time I fuck you, Mrs Lovelocke." Martin snarled. He roughly rubbed his cock up and down Cindy's exposed pussy parting the labia and depositing some unnecessary lubricant."No ... no ... no..." Cindy cried."Yes ... yes ... yes..." he mocked as he thrust between her legs and deep into her tight but already moist cunt.Zenobia continued to hold Cindy's arms but did nothing else to assist Martin from forcefully. She probably wondered why Carla Frances' image had come into my head, at that moment, in the first place. Hell, I didn't know. I wondered about it myself.So I ignored, and more-or-less disguised, the existence of my raging boner, and gave Tess' still-naked body a scrumptious rub-down that had her moaning with pleasure. Then we drank one-inch of red wine each, served chilled. (Maybe you're not supposed to refrigerate red wine, but we do, anyway, and we both like it that way. So call the.