Idon't remember this happening before, and I see surprised expressions onthe faces of the others sitting around the table. I half smile at Marieand, ...lthough I'm still not sure whether or not she's being whollyserious, I say tentatively after a few seconds, "Yes please. I'd likethat."There is a palpable release of tension around the table. Marie takesthis as a pretext to get up and go to the bar and buy a round of drinks,and Kathryn leans over the table to me and whispers, "What have you. “Uh, come in Melissa,” I said.The door opened to reveal that I was right, “How’d you know it was me?”“Lexi wouldn’t knock.”“I see,” she laughed. “Do you have some time to talk or are you busy?”“Sure, we can talk.” She nodded and sat down on my bed, “So what’s up?”“I-I just don’t know to be honest.”“You don’t know what’s up?”“I mean I don’t know exactly what’s going on. Lexi just forced me to move in here but when we were moving my stuff into my new room she acted like we were best friends.. And the girl was radiating fear.“This is my dear wife Verity,” said the judge, indicating the room’s other occupant, at least a decade younger than the judge, but exhibiting enough class and breeding to dispel any suspicion she might be a trophy wife. “And my darling daughter Belinda,” the judge continued. Then in a stage whisper, “But we call her Beachy.”The girl rolled her eyes at that, a sign that a normal teenager was still somewhere inside. Both females got up and came over to us.“Are you. Cindy's fingers had delved down the front of my panties and between my yielding Labia, my whole crotch slippery with my free flowing secretions form my swollen pussy.I groaned loudly again as my bum danced on the towel and Cindy's fingers searched behind my Pubis, she was inside me and seeming deeper than seemed possible, as she thrust in and out, controlling my writhing body, taking me high, then stopping, until she asked my permission to let me cum, 'Oh God Yes', I screamed, only to be topped.