82, more than enough to get into LSU. The college must have notified the University. Two days later I got the letter announcing my official acceptance...into the incoming freshman class.Technically I wasn't a freshman, I'd be entering as a sophomore, but that's not the way universities act. I would have Orientation, Counseling to get me aimed toward a major, Sections (Scheduling) to get my classes, and the inevitable paying of fees and so on. I looked at the sum, and swallowed heavily.It wasn't. More time was spent on Sherri’s breasts and the pinching became slowly harder. The main difference was when Marie was ministering to her pussy. In truth it didn’t really need it as I had been relatively gentle when I flogged it, but Marie was now not only bolder when she touched it but was now deciding for herself when to stop. She seemed to have mastered the art of taking Sherri to the brink and stopping just at the right, or wrong, moment. I was as pleased as punch.On Friday morning, just as. Ron’s unhappy that he can’t see his fingers sliding in and out of her beautiful cunt, the one she showed him baldly last time they were together. Hidden beneath his left thigh, all he can “see” is what he feels is wet and puffy and clenching. Letting his fingers see, he raises his head and watches Ruby masturbate her large breasts with his foot. If ever there was a MILF, and, for him, the only MILF, he watches her massage his foot across her tits, her nipples as large and turgid as his little. "Ladies, the winner of the best wife contest will now be announced," shesaid.There weren't that many people present, certainly not to justify theformality of the occasion, especially not this early in the afternoon,though I liked it. The more formal, the better. Beside me and Marla, mywife, it was just her mother, the referee and scorekeeper, and Janice andStephanie, Marla's older and younger sister. Though their participation inthe contest was a pure formality - the real contest was between.