I'lllet the other girls know. Most of them already said I should get off yourcase." I laughed and went upstairs.For the next six months, things were...back to normal and my life wasblessedly drama-free. Then, I overheard a third-floor tenant talking toher roommate in the hall as she was fishing for her keys. She mentioned amovie "The Killing of Sister George" from 1970 that she had heard aboutand was dying to see but couldn't find anywhere. It was one of myfavorites. I had a pristine copy of. Daddy moaned a bit louder and said, "Girls, stop this right now." But we had him right where we wanted him. I tore at Makayla's shirt, ripping it and exposing her bra. She cried out and did the same to mine. We started "wrestling" on the floor, and deliberately undid each others' bras in the process. Our bare tits bounced around slightly as we groped each other."Girls!" Daddy shouted. We stopped and looked over at him. His bulge was now huge as he stared at our slim bodies. "I want you to...". From time to time he reaches for his dick to re-adjust it in his tight boxer-brief like pants. You drop the book and start fixating on his cock, imagining what it would look like, wanting it. Meanwhile the stranger has started spreading your lips from time to time and stroke the very inside of them, getting his fingers wet with your juices. Your lips got incredibly smooth and frictionless by now. When he moves a bit faster or pushes a bit harder you catch yourself letting out small uncontrolled. Miles and I shared the same hymnal purposely hooking fingers as all newlyweds do. We also held hands despite the heat. I found that the hot weather was just as bad back in Rhode Island but there was less humidity back there.John and Sylvia invited us to their house for Sunday dinner. We, of course, accepted. Sylvia proved herself to be a very good cook. She had a roast in the oven slowly cooking since they left. I helped her with mashing potatoes and carrots for our vegetables. The roast beef.