Marcus dragged me from the room. "No one gave you permission to pleasure yourself," he hissed. He grabbed my right hand and proceeded to lick my juice... from my wet fingers. "Remember, you are only here to watch, not play," he commanded. This seemed incongruous, considering he played with me and let Ron play with me. This time I felt totally humiliated. I felt tears welling up, and would have left if he hadn't had such a firm grip of my arm. He stormed further down the corridor, dragging me with. I started to wonder could I get it out easily. The feelings that came from my loins made me forget about that problem for now. As we rode up to the house, I must have had a dozen orgasms, mom too from her moaning. When we went to get off the bikes, mom and I had to lay down on our sides and ease our way off to get the seats out. Our pussies made sucking, slurping noises as the seats were pulled out. Once we got them out, we looked at each other silently for a few seconds before bursting out. School starts soon for you, right?”“A week from tomorrow. I bought my books on Friday. I was shocked! How can they charge $200 for a single chemistry book?”“Because they have a captive market,” I said. “The school specifies which book and which edition, and you can pretty much only get the books via the bookstore. But that makes me wonder if there isn’t some other way to do it. Maybe through another university which might be cheaper, or some third party that would let you order the books.”“So. I’m not dumb, but I also know that the rigors, hardships, and perils will make the pleasures that much better and more deserved than in a life of luxury. Imagine coming back from a hard-fought battle to a double blowjob from Marla and me,” Michelle encouraged my fantasies, even as she “accidentally” dropped some hash browns in her cleavage, and then fed them to her twin, Marla, who ate them with delight.“If you girls want to play with your breasts, or each others’, go right ahead. I certainly.