You like it, too, don’t you?” “You’re killing me, Cheryl,” he moaned as his cock pulsed inside her. Her muscles clamped on him and milked hi... essence from him. She lay next to him as he tried to recover. Her sparkling eyes looked into his. “Turns you on thinking about all that we could do, doesn’t it?” she whispered. “Honey, is everything going to be judged by what happened over the last three days?” Her head nodded against the sheets. “Pretty much.” “So it’s all going to be about the fucking?. The kitchen had emptied out, all the cooks and dishwashers had gone home since dinner had stopped being served since 10:00 or so. The three of us were alone there in that big old kitchen. When Dan turned around, here we were, she, waiting for a refill on her glass, me waiting for an opportunity for a kiss and maybe a feel of her titties.Dan held the full bottle up for us to see, then started to remove the foil and cork. "We went through a lot of trouble getting this bottle Miss... uh... What's. 2.I got home around four-thirty that day, bristling with grass-blades andsmelling of pine needles, most of which came off at front door.Disposing of the evidence had become a daily routine over the past fourweeks: I couldn't give Mom an excuse to cut Chrissie out of my life. Nomatter how tanked she got, Mom had eyes like a hawk and was alwaysaware of the hours I was keeping. She'd also begun to notice whom I waskeeping them with, and I wasn't all that certain she approved.As I'd expected, Mom. Still, it didn't ease the fear that they would be ridiculed, expelled or worse, maybe even arrested.When they abruptly entered the guidance counselor's office Mrs. Norris motioned them quickly into the chairs opposite the desk. Mr. Jenkins looked up at them and then at the teacher."Can I help you Mrs. Norris?" he asked softly."I hope you can help these two FILTHY girls, Mr. Jenkins," she blurted."What have they done?" he asked, looking at the girls.Grabbing Karen by the sleeve, Mrs. Norris.