“I just hope you guys worked everything out.”“We did. I won’t tell any of you her secrets, but my problems aren’t exactly a mystery. I’m ..... I haven’t been dealing with what happened to Miranda as well as I thought. Guilt has been forcing me to think about her death more and more. You’ve all told me that I can’t blame myself for it, but I killed her. I stood in the last spot she stood on this Earth. I held the railing where she would have fought for her life. I stared at the stain on the. She arched her back in pleasure and let out a pleasured moan."Oh yes," she cried. "Harder. Faster. Fuck me like a whore."I thrust against her deeper and harder before rolling us over leaving her on top. I gripped her ass in my hands and brought my right hand out and back in, spanking her again as she slid herself up and down on top of me. Her moans grew louder and more pleasured."Oh, oh, oh, oh," she cried, repeatedly, deeply and in exquisite pleasure. "Fuck me harder. YES!"I felt an explosion. I was secretly pleased to hear that Omar was single. Don’t ask me why. I’m a dual citizen of the U.S. and Canada now, Omar said proudly, showing me his citizenship card. Nice mug shot, I said with a wink. Omar laughed and pulled me close, rapping his knuckles against my forehead. Still got a big Somali forehead, he laughed. Laughing, I tried to push away from him but he held me kind of tight. He wasn’t the scrawny dude I remembered from our school days that’s for sure. The new and improved Omar. Besides, who said I was done with my dance?"While mom was still slithering against my costume clad body (complete with massive hard on), Heather proceeded to do a striptease as well. She leaves her dress on, comes to the chair where me and mom are, puts her leg on the chair between our legs, raises her knee and bends forward and whispers to both of us, "The other girls and I have been having fun learning to strip so we can have the sultry edge against other schools in cheerleading competitions,.