"I sighed. "Can I wear pants under a skirt?"She rolled her eyes. "You can, but why would you?" So that I can avoid dropping my panties in front of boy...!"Mom patted me on the head. "You can wear pants under a skirt if youwant to. Don't let your sister try to make you do something you don'twant to do." She picked up the laundry basket and walked to thedoorway. "I'd suggest tights, though. They look better under a skirt."She closed the door behind her, then opened it again and tossed Alliea box of. "Momma, where's daddy?" Asked Darlene and Night Wolf together. Theirtrucks getting ready for another long haul."Wyoming, did any of you see the truck that went in during the exit?"inquired Planetary Traffic Control. I couldn't hold it in any longer."Timmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I began to wail as my grief finally took hold ofme. "Ohhhh gods, he, he,"I barely noticed as Red climbed into Beauty and then carried me in hisarms into the dispatch office. I don't know how long I cried, or evenwhat I'd said to. I screamed into her sex, the boiling, bubbling foam tearing its way down my esophagus. Little spigots were opened by the acidic lava, foam forced down onto my bare breasts as I whimpered in agony. She held me close, keeping my head held tightly against her thighs.But I knew better than to move away.Even after she had emptied her bladder, each of my tortured breaths felt like swallowing a lump of gravel, I still pursued my lips up against hers, offering my mangled mouth in service. The pain. “No bras tonight,” Colleen said. “That’s bold for some of the girls.”Brooke laughed. “Like Phoebe? Let’s hope jiggling tits jiggle loose some credit cards.”“Are you two getting along?”“Well enough.”Colleen smiled. “Some of the girls painted pride flags on their cheeks for the wedding.”“Maria, Ashley…and Laura, I think,” Brooke said. “It’s cool two guys got married on campus.”“I had class, couldn’t go.” Brooke fitted a cuff to Colleen’s right ankle, pushed the leather tongue into the buckle, and.