I did some stuff about the colonials, nothing specific. But one girl in the class, one of those types that really likes crime dramas, you know? She di... her project on Sabrina Douville.”“Why ... don’t I like where this story is going?” She looked past him to the tunnel where Sabrina had disappeared, squinting, and scanning. Now she was scared.“Sabrina Douville was a serial killer.”“Of course she was, because why wouldn’t she be?” She threw her hands up, voice a whisper despite the anger in it.. The girls gave as good as they got, snuggling their soft smooth naked bodies up against mine, caressing my chest and getting their hands down between my legs feeling my straining hard penis, cuddling my balls, tickling my bum and thighs. I’d been naked together with my school days “wank buddy” boy friend (I’ve written about him elsewhere) lots of times, and we’d done just about everything a couple of boys discovering sex together can do together, wanking, hand jobbing, the lot. But that first. She was set off by my tongue fucking her ass, more than me licking her pussy. Susan started stroking my cock and sucking the head then and I told her I was going to cum soon, but she started speeding up and I started shooting cum into her mouth. She caught most of it, and I know I shot at least 3 hard ropes into her mouth. She then turned around and came up to me and kissed me, with her mouth full of cum. After we kissed, she said she always wanted to do that with a guy. She said she heard that. She'd quickly climbed back down before 'They' saw her from the house. She'd grazed her knee. It had really, really stung when she'd wiped it with disinfectant before putting a plaster on it, but she'd been brave and hadn't cried out, but tears had stung at her eyes before she'd sucked them back inside. She was good at stopping herself from crying, she'd had enough practice. She never let 'Them' see her cry. She'd learned to be quiet. Being quiet made you almost invisible to 'Them'. A smile.