“Drink a Gatorade,” she said, nodding to the fridge. “Every drop. You need to replace your electrolytes.”“Yes, Mom,” I said, fighting the ...rge to command her to tell me everything.I fetched two, a blue for me and a purple for Georgia, and hurried to the table. She sat down beside me with Daddy to my left. I wanted to ask. I squirmed in my chair as I chugged down the sports drink. I was so thirsty. Mom came to the table with a platter of French toast and another with bacon. She set it down with. "I shrugged. "I like yours better. I like you better. As I told your mother earlier, it's the woman I'm interested in, and the woman the boobs belong to is more important than the boobs are." Maybe," Missy smiled, "but I'll bet you'd get laid tonight if you were taking Lisa home." Yeah, maybe," I agreed, suddenly no longer worried. "And maybe it would even be good. I'm really not that interested in finding out, though. I know that when we finally make love it will have been worth however long. He now stops his oral assault on you, Spitting on his hand and then stroking himself you feel the unmistakable hot pressure of his throbbing head entering your pretty little ass. You take me all the way into your mouth as you concentrate on taking all of him. Its almost to much for me between the visual of you getting entered by such a specimen and the sensation of hitting the back of your throat. I pull away and watch the precum drip from your lips to my swollen head. He wraps his arms around. "Meeting Shelly at the library to, uh, do some research."The other girl, a short redhead with bright blue eyes and frecklesscattered across her cheeks gave me a confused look. "Shelly?" Then herexpression changed as it seemed that her brain had managed to find theanswer all on its own. "Michelle. Of course."I smiled and nodded, wondering what the two of them wanted. Hopefullynot to join in on my plans. Turning around, I pushed out the door andheld it as they followed."What are you wearing.