More than one thinker had suggested that the Waste was actually a type of garden or a farm left untended and gone awry, Zeb explained. Some suggested ...t was a cultivated, natural barrier that protected the site in the middle from attack on the ground. Most people ignored it and avoided it; of course, most people were jerks, jackasses, and louts to Zeb. Porter had no inclination to accept either hypothesis. He surmised that Zeb’s point of view explained why the old man lived by himself on the. I wanted to make a lasting impression on all the guys at school so I took a little extra time to get ready this morning," I replied."Well, I'm sure you will see alot of tongues wagging today," He said with a chuckle."That's the idea Daddy," I said as I spun around. "I gotta go now, I'm going to be late if I don't hurry," I said as I headed for the front door once again."Have a great day Breaunna. Knock em dead pretty girl," I heard him say as I was closing the door.I came home from school. Out!” and she pointed her finger at the open door. I looked over at Barbie, who was smiling and nodding her head. I huffed out, “Well! I know where I’m not wanted.” “Exactly” both girls said in near unison. I took another long look at both of their glistening, tight, tiny wet bodies surrounded by shower steam, then I stepped over the tub wall and the door was pulled shut behind me. I grabbed a towel, dried myself off then turned around and tried to open the shower door to get another peek at. She watched as Claire walked up to this redhead and gave her full-blown open-mouth tongue-swapping kiss. They stayed at it for a few minutes before breaking off. They walked towards what looked like a mat of pillows with a camera following them.As she watched, they were soon engaged in some serious foreplay of which she hadn’t experienced yet in her young life. She just about lost it when the redhead slid her head between Claire’s legs and started licking her pussy. It wasn’t long before Claire.