One encounter was perhaps the most disturbing for them. They were walking down the hall heading for class, when a group of three boys, one a jock, and...the other two looked more like groupies, walked into their path."How would you ladies like to party with me and my crew?" asked the jock."Who are you?" Sam asked."I'm Josh Redding, that's Kyle and Lenny." Thanks for the offer, but my boyfriend wouldn't like that," Sam said off-handedly. Kailynn mimicked her response."What he doesn't find out. You climb on top, kissing my lips neck and chest, biting randomly, leaving love marks all over my neck. You rip my nighty off, take my nipple into your mouth and begin to lick and nibble softly. I moan loudly, begging for more, my hips raising, trying to grind against your cock. You move to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, before moving lower on my body. You bite down my stomach and all over my inner thighs, keeping away from my soaking wet pussy. I try desperately to get your. "What's the worse that can happen? You see him and discover he's changed and you've changed and you no longer have that spark you once had. No sense in torturing yourself whether he cares or not ... just go and take your medicine like a big girl." But I'm pretty sure I still love him." She said softly with a catch in her voice."And I'm sure he no longer cares about me. He left me and I've never heard a thing from him in all this time."The tears flowed.Unwilling to watch her niece wallow in pity. "I'm your number one groupie!" Mrs. Kegal laughed. The other guys grinned silently at her. "Do you even know what that word means, Mom?" Asked Steve."Yes, I grew up in the sixties, Steve," she laughed, although I wasn't sure what that meant. "You should come to our shows and get everybody up dancing," commented Ronnie, the bass player."On TV they always show a woman in the front row flashing her boobs at the band," Mrs. Kegal continued. "Maybe I should flash my boobs at your next show." OK,".