I hated that old bitch. She lived next door and collected the rent for the landlord. She acted like she owned the Duplex though.“What in heaven’s ...ame is all of this satanic music?” She asked my mom.“I believe this is Whitney Houston,” my mom answered with a wry grin.“These girls have next to nothing on,” Mrs. Hannigan wasn’t going to argue about the music after she noticed we were wearing nothing but sponges.“They have on more than most at the beach, and they’d be happy to wash your car next. They couldn’t wait to tell me what they had seen. ‘Tell John what she asked,’ Molly said with a giggle. ‘What? Oh, yeah. She wanted to know if we were a couple. Lesbians! Can you believe that.’ They both laughed. ‘Anyway, watching made us horny. We didn’t do anything this morning. How about if you eat our pussies and then we give you a blow job?’ Molly suggested. I positioned Molly on the bed with knees bent and angled out. Using my finger to run up and down her slit I opened up her lips.. Actually, it wasn’t even a real letter, it was a computer-generated card that was imprinted with her name and social security number across the upper left , her name and address in the center, and across the bottom, “Principles And Practice of Engineering 85 PASS”. Her hand shook as she read it over and over. I passed! … Yes! She was grinning from ear to ear, and she thought about the sick joke they used to wryly repeat while in college: “Two weeks ago I couldn’t even spel enginer, now I are. Within seconds I felt something pushing against my arsehole."Push harder jam it in," yelled Scott."I'm trying!" Dale shouted back at him.And he was. Painfully, inch by inch the large object (casting my mind back, I decided it must be one of the dildos) made it's way up my arse until I felt as full as I ever have done. Then Dale began pulling it out and shoving it back in, increasing in speed as my dry arsehole began to adjust to the onslaught. In spite of myself I began to groan and moan."See,.