One started to feel my cock through the frilly nylon panties. It was lovely. My cock was rampant hard and it was being wanked by this soft female hand...with lovely red painted finger-nails. Fuck, I was getting to the point where I wanted to screw them. "Let's get down on the floor". There I was lying between to filthy sluts who were dying for their cunts to be fucked. One pushed my head in between her thighs. My mouth went straight to her cunt. The other woman started to suck my ass-hole. Don't. I'll make it up to you tonight." You're welcome."She kissed me again. Not as intimate as the last one but a lot more than a peck. She slid over and out the door."I love you." A quick wave and she was on her way.I adjusted my pants, shifted into gear and headed for school.I pulled into the parking lot 15 minutes later. I'd guessed right, by the time I got there I'd miss about half of History. I walked in and Mr. Hansen looked over his glasses at me, then continued with his lecture.I must have. Angilee felt awkward at first, but it was impossible not to enjoy herself with Jeremy and so before long she was moving her hips and body seductively to the beat, their eyes meeting in each flash of the strobe. She accepted another drink, yet kept dancing. She felt herself shedding her inhibitions as others around them had obviously shed theirs. As she began to lose herself in the rhythm, her moves became much more suggestive. The drinks which kept coming, the overwhelming din and most of all. "Not against the power of the mages." Hah!" Rohea said. "You mages have no power, only self-perceived views of grandeur. Look at where it got you."Rohea walked close to the mage, who looked intimidated. She attempted to step backwards away from Rohea but was blocked by the imposing figure of Travre. Rohea put his right hand on her left shoulder, and pulled at her sleeve. The mage gasped as the sleeve tore. She wrapped her right arm across her chest, and used her right hand to cover her now bare.