Monsoon and Worry Girl were both naked, fondling each other. "Do you like my pure white snow pussy?" Monsoon asked everyone that passed by. Then the t...o women would giggle and resume groping each other. They had both decided to leave their respective teams and join up with each other to become the D-Cup Duo. Worry Girl was already designing their topless costumes.The Ovulator and Detesticulator both were mourning their lost months under Dyke's control and grieving over the crimes they had. He was as excited as he'd been the first time. He knew better now. He eased the disheveled sheet away from Becky's middle. She was naked, on her back, one leg straight, the other bent. He tried to comprehend how much had changed in three years. His breath caught in his chest. Her flat stomach ended where a mound of chestnut fuzz exploded out of her body. A divot marked the start of the slit that rounded her pronounced pubic bone. Her groin was set off by deep cuts that formed a V, and acted as. I looked at the books I had purchased for school and I found a black book, completely empty with nothing but blank lined pages. I took a pen and wrote down as my first entrant, ‘Melissa’ and the date. I don’t know what impulsed me to do this, other than having seen it on a TV show I think, where a popular ladies man keeps a list of all the women he has slept with. I suppose I was envious and I wanted my own, and not to mention I wanted to fuck a lot more.I spoke to Melissa the day after on our. Marge was flustered by the brashness, but didn't pull away. As soon as the man broke the kiss, he was replaced by another and another and another. The preacher's wife stood in the middle of the room, being kissed by complete strangers. Some slipped a tongue into her mouth while others just used their lips. And then, before she even realized it, one tongue playing with hers belonged to a woman. Marge's eyes got real wide when the woman pulled away and smiled warmly but, before Marge could even.