" How late?" Over a week, oh god what am I going to do?" Hold on, we have two sources we can go to for advice and information." What? Who?" Momma," sh... was shaking her head no. "Or Daphne."Before I could finish sitting up she'd dashed out of the room. I heardher tapping softly on their door. "Sophie, it's three AM. This betterbe life or death."I heard the door close. Then hushed whispers. Four minutes later Ismelled coffee brewing downstairs. Momma was awake.I pulled on my nightie and went down. ................................ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Some six years later, I was coming to the end of my schooldays at the Grammar School which I had attended since the age of eleven having passed the Entrance Examination during my time in Miss Clark's class. It was games afternoon and three of us were out on a 'Cross Country' run which brought us back to the school through a housing estate,. “FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!”I kept licking and flicking my tongue through Maurice’s folds. I would get Phillipa so turned on she would join. I ached to unite with her, to bring America and Great Britain so close together. It would be so wonderful.Pussy juices poured down my chin as Maurice moaned. I stared up at her dark breasts heaving. Her face twisted with passion as I feasted on her. She gripped my blonde hair while grinding her hot snatch on my licking tongue.“Oh, Madam President,” she. So if she or Dad sees us on their way home from work, they'll think we've been out together."Melinda nodded, breaking into a smile. "Sure thing."Heather shook her head. "One of these days, you're going to get in hot water for this, runt. One day Mom or Dad will come home early and..."Melinda broke into a wide grin. "No, Jason's figured that out already! Come on, I'll show you."She grabbed Heather's hand and practically dragged her out of the room and down the stairs. In the living room, Jason.