They both wore short shorts and one piece hoodies. Uh oh, they were going to regret those shorts in a few minutes, I thought. Sadly, the honey blonde ...irl was wearing an orthopedic walking boot, as though she’d broken her ankle or had some sort of surgery. Whatever her disability was, it didn’t seem to bother the girl. She and her friend were bubbly and animated, all touchy and huggy in the way teenage girls are with their friends. Maybe it was my imagination, but damn, it looked like there was. “Thanks. We’ll check on her.”“It’s Wednesday, so she might be in class at Loyola. You could probably check there and find her. I’m sure she’s been going to class.”“Thanks,” they said, and turned to return to the patrol car which was double-parked in front of the house.This situation was rapidly deteriorating. The ‘missing person’ report was Andrew’s way of trying to force the issue, or perhaps trying to cause trouble for me. I hoped the officers kept their word and dropped the matter once they. She skipped putting her bra and panties on, opting just for her blouse and pants. I did the same, stuffing my pre-cum filled tight white underwear down my pants, which helped to soak up the mix of her cunt juice and my cum that coated my cock.Barely dressed, we opened the door and peered out into the hallway. Nobody was there. I kissed her on the mouth, my tongue dancing with her warm and willing tongue. We squeezed each other tight, then she went to the door of her room, and me to mine. We. She quit thinking about Miss Thomas as Bill took Carl's position."Hey," he said. "How about turning over and getting on your hands and knees. I'd like to fuck you in the ass." "You know I don't like that," Susan said."Shit, come on," Bill said. "You like it after I get in. And you've got such a sweet, tight ass." "Do it for him," Carl said. "Go ahead and give him a piece of your ass.Susan turned over on her hands and knees so that her ass was up in the air. She felt Bill's hands parting her.