Didn't expect that. "Okay, when do you want to?" In hindsight I don't know if that was the best thing to say, but fuck it. "How about tomorrow? I coul... use some time to get myself together today."******Ugh. Sociology. This stuff was annoying. Last class of the day, and I was just beat. Glad I had something to look forward to, but Professor Dunkleman was being a bitch. Yeah. That's her real name. "JASON!" Oh shit. Not this again. "Yes Professor Dunkleman?" Here it comes. "Please explain how. " Even though Polly couldn't believe that Amanda would do such a thing, she slid over to Amanda and rolled over with a knee on either side of her head.. A big blob of cum slid out of Polly's pussy and plopped in to Amanda's mouth, then she lifted her head licked until Polly's pussy was clean inside and out."Ummm, that was good." She said smiling. "OK Marsha it's your turn." Marsha had watched what Amanda had done to Polly and she couldn't wait to get Amanda's tongue back in her pussy. When. You know what I'm talking about. You guys look like you're...like you're..." She exhaled loudly before going straight out, "like you're more than friends." What do you mean? What more can we be?" Amy was truly at a loss; her naiveté apparently getting the better of her."Amy, you can't be that innocent, can you?" At the blank look on Amy's face, she decided to spell it out for her."Lovers, Amy. We thought you guys were lovers."Amy nearly choked at the admission. "What?! Why in the world would. Melody’s coming a long way meant her caring for me a great deal, genuine real feelings,the only thing I couldn’t have before. “I’ve felt horrible all day,” she continued, the intermittent whimpering dying out. “Ican’t believe I dressed like this. With everybody having heard what happened, every guyand his brother were looking to hook up with me.” “I know the feeling,” I sighed. She pulled back a step, the mascara having run downbecause of her tears. The highlighter on her eyes and the way they.