She promised she would be back soon and he watched as she met her mother outside Manchester Piccadilly at five. He had Jenny now, but Jenny wasn't Lyd...a. No-one was, and that was the problem; her friendship was irreplaceable."Hey Maria. Can I have a blowie?" A voice from the other end of the playground shouted."Is that Maria? I didn't recognise the little slut with her clothes on. Hey Maria, get 'em out."A few chants of "get 'em out," reduced Maria to a sobbing girl and the crowd giggled in. “She certainly seems to enjoy Bill’s attention,” commented Amelia with a sly smile, as Emma stood transfixed at the door. Emma nodded shyly. Just what was this in aid of? she wondered. “I don’t suppose you want to join in, Emma,” Amelia continued. “I’m sure little Maisie wouldn’t mind at all.” Knowing Maisie so intimately, Emma was sure that this was true, but the pangs she felt made her blush with anger and humiliation. “What’s this all about?” she blurted out. “Why is she doing it?” Amelia. " We've only got the same bits and pieces," giggled Jan. "God I'm sorry Frank but I need to piss." I love girls who say piss rather than pee," said Frank. "I haven't done Helen's album yet, that's for tomorrow, but I did take some of her pissing outside. Do you want to see them first?" Alright, but you'll have to be quick; I'm dying to go now!"The sight of Helen's water display kept Jan dry. She was mesmerised as she watched her friend perform for the camera. Frank's piss was still on that. .. the sound of the camera snapped, and she saw the flash as he captured close up shots of the cum running out of her. He took a few more, and this time the tears that welled up in her eyes began to slowly trickle down her face. He leaned down to halfway lay on the bed beside her, his face near to hers. He watched her face with a half smile, so confident in what he'd done to her. One hand reached out to idly stroke her side, reaching under to touch her bare breast, then slowly making its way to.