“No,” I replied. “Just for the parking lots. They installed those after they had a rash of vandalism and break-ins in the late 70s.”“You wou...d think they would have installed more cameras after the rapes,” Sandy observed.“You would think,” I replied. “That’s something to ask Melody, because if they HAD cameras on campus, they’d have seen Angie and me running and maybe at least seen which way she went.”“She didn’t go back to her room?” José asked.“No. She had on light blue sweats and they. She was going after Nicolette like the pussy-loving little queer Nicky had long suspected she was. In fact, she had to push Carla away from her. When she did that, Carla whimpered plaintively and her lovely, gleaming face wore an annoyed pout. ‘Relax Carla, we’re not done, little slut,’ Nicolette gasped as she made her way to the large bed. She slid in like it was her home and beckoned for Carla to join her. ‘Lift up your panties, mama wants to taste your juicy pussy!’ ‘Oh, GOD, yess,’ Carla. I didn't know if I was ever going to be able to bring Nina around again but it certainly wouldn't help for her to see me driving off every afternoon with Julie. I planned to tell her on the way to the hospital that this would be the last ride. But before I could, she blindsided me.She was bubbly and exuberant as I climbed into the car and she roared off with much more enthusiasm than she usually displayed."You're in a good mood today," I commented, trying to think of an opening, or closing. I watched myself in the mirror as I pushed it into my mouth, stretching my scarlet-painted lips into thin lines. I looked good sucking on a big black cock. Very good. Sexy. That observation quickly spiralled: a bolt of excitement speared down into my pussy. I wanted it, wanted that enormous toy inside me. My boyfriend had apparently been using my toys, now it was my turn to use his. My pussy tingled as I thought about it stretching me open. Sliding the crotch of my knickers to one side, I.