It wasn't dated. I checked the answering machine and listened to the messages. She had called twice; once to say that both were sick and a second time...that they were feeling really bad. I hadn't any contact with my parents since graduating from high school. I was an only child of fundamentalist parents. When I decided upon a career in nursing, they were enraged and refused all contact with me. I had had a casual boy friend and he had called saying he was sick but was wishing me well in my new. “Jasmine, everything is OK, I promise,” I said, extending my hand to touch her shoulder. Jasmine let out a deep breath.“I think I’m bi,” she said.“I coulda told you that,” Courtney said. I smacked her.“Jasmine, really, it’s totally fine. Please, don’t be upset,” I said, “Just because things got hot and heavy doesn’t mean you’re bi. And if you really are bi, it’s not a big deal. No need to get upset.”She looked up at me with puffy eyes, but no actual tears. “You’re not, like… weirded out?”“No!. She could not take much of my attention and was begging me to stop and fuck her as I licked at her starfish and her ass clenched, her leg’s slammed shut around my head. As she shot a jet of cum from her cunt into my face, I had never seen a woman shoot like this before and it was eletric I had a woman that squirts and I was going to enjoy making her do this. So hear we where about to explore each others sexual pleasure, I just had to fuck her cunt and as she removed her dress and lay back on. How about the style? Something for everyday wear, like Victoria's? Something sporty - God forbid - like Madge? Or something seductive to spice up Mr Weatherill's life?" There isn't a Mr Weatherill," said Karen. "I left him five years ago." I'm so sorry!" I'm not. But it has to be plain white. It's the rules. I mean, the dress regulations. Only plain white underwear is allowed." Veronica looked surprised, her navy blue eyes opening wide. They matched her dress."Plain white, then. It's unusual..