" Put that away. We're talking here." Talking? That implies we're communicating. Exchanging ideas. I'm sitting here bored out of my skull, and you're ...oing a rambling monologue. If you like long boring monologues, join a Shakespeare group."For a few seconds, I thought I'd killed him. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. On the one hand, it wouldn't be much loss to the world of education; but on the other, I have a kind of Buddhist philosophy about the sanctity of life.His face turned red and. Faith and I both wanted a chance to see if we could fit his donkey dick in our pussies, and to get to Hope as well. My blouse was barely keeping together on our walk home after being ripped open and now retied , but I didnt care. We had found a new friend and were busy babbling like schoolgirls do, Beeder kept behind us quietly a few steps, not knowing what else to do Hope was a brainy girl who actually wore glasses and was normally painfully shy. Her eyes were a sparkling blue and her skin was. I felt bad for her. I decided to have a talk with Jolene about Lisa after we went to bed. The three of us stayed until the bottle had been finished which may have been half an hour. Lisa apologized again which was nice of her. I could tell she was feeling no pain. Jolene did too because she knew Lisa was teasing Maggie. We cleaned up and shut down the tub. We hugged each other good night then stumbled a bit to our rooms. Jolene and I both fell asleep quickly due to the wine and hot water. I was. I couldn't stop my moaning and whimpering. I also couldn't help but look over at Soren. He had finally moved, sitting forward, obviously turned on but also managing to look angry. Well, we're doing what he wanted. Which turned out to be what we also wanted.John took a nipple between his teeth and massaged it with his tongue. He sucked and played with them until they were sore and tender and stroke my pussy until the first tremors of hard orgasm was on my horizon. Then he kissed his way down and.