I will pack and go back to school. Please don't hold this against Jane. It is pretty complicated. Not what you think."And she turned and left the room... The thought of her leaving was painful to me. The thought of what had gone on the night before was confusing to me. And a little exciting. I found myself heading toward the room they shared. The room I had heard them making love in the night before. Jane sat on the bed crying softly, Linda was slowly packing. I interrupted as I cleared my throat. "Oh Jesus. A student. You slept with a student."Stacy recognized when the locker room noise meant trouble and knowing that Homer was the boy in question just seemed to cement the deal. The boy was far too hot and far too well hung and was probably causing fist-fights without even trying.But when Stacy got in the room, the scene wasn't at all what she expected.Homer was alone in the shower and the girls were loudly and angrily slamming lockers shut."Alright, what gives?" Stacy yelled out over. Of her collection of panties, they were one of my favorite pair. They hid very little, only just shielding her labia behind the opaque front panel. I watched her fleshy cheeks wiggle as she made her way toward the door. She turned, catching me, her head shaking. "Come on, lazy."I peed, then entered the kitchen. She was standing at the counter, dicing a tomato. An avocado sat nearby, along with a few eggs and some cheese. I moaned. "Omelets?"She nodded, smiling. "Wanna set the table?" Sure."All. “Except you don’t actually have a hymen or anything,” Sabrina suggested.“No, I suppose not,” Hugo said, “Can I see it?”“From the other side of the room probably my legs are so far apart,” Sabrina explained, “Why don’t you just fuck me and have done with it.”“I don’t love you, its not right.” Hugo said firmly.“Then use your fingers,” Sabrina suggested, “Oh hell I don’t believe I said that.”“No, I suppose not.” Hugo admitted and then said, “Father said to kiss your breasts, may I?”“Hugo, I can’t.