She kissed Daphne again, tongue invading her warmth. Her head slipped down to give a playful bite and tug on the blonde’s pouting pink lips. “God,...you’re hot,” Mallory moaned. “You were so worth the wait,” Daphne said. Her hands explored Mallory’s wiry frame, ending at her muscled ass, jiggling but firm. She squeezed and kneaded the tone globes while Mallory worked on giving big red souvenir. “Fuck, you are giving me one HELL of a hickey.” Daphne giggled. “What am I going to tell everyone back. I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling, tired and annoyed. "I am so going to fail that stupid Anatomy Lab Practical this Friday," I groan into my pillow as I flip onto my stomach. * "Why don't you ask your professor to help? I'm sure he's willing to help you study if you ask," my dad casually suggested when I complained. "No he won't. He's an asshole." "Have you tried asking?" "No," I said, stubbornly. "Well, ask before saying that." "Fine," I say, annoyed. "I'll e-mail him." * Hi Dr.. ” Within another five minutes they were writhing in a simultaneous orgasm. Once they were both dressed and had done their best to get rid of an obvious “just fucked” look, but before they went back upstairs, Blair held Cheryl’s arms and got almost nose-to-nose with her. “I feel nothing but elation and titillation; no regret, anxiety, or distress. How about you?” “I feel like I just had two fantastic fucks and can’t wait until I fuck you again!” “Nothing else?” “Hell no!” “Then let’s find. From your job record I can see that you have quite a bit of diversity, is there a good reason why you can't seem to keep a job?" That's a fair question I guess. Out of college I worked as a secretary and committed the ultimate sin. Tom Chatham was a smooth talker and my boss. I married him and left my job. When he started the affair with the new secretary two years later I saw the writing on the wall and divorced him. I then got a job as a court recorder, but budget cuts and computers took that.