Which actually means that had fish and chips from the chippy, or pie and chips, or sausage and chips. You get the idea. Well, Theresa and I shared a r...om. We liked that. We shared some of our clothes too. Underclothes I mean. I shared hers, I mean. There is no way she would have wanted to wear mine. Theresa was stunning to look at. She was everything a boy wants, and everything a girl wanted to copy. I wasn’t allowed to, of course. She had a good bust for a fifteen year old, she had rosy lips. I can remember checking on them both. You realize that there has been silence for hours. Have they snuck off? Have they died? Are they plotting some mischief? Instead they were each lying down with a book. Now, Kathleen would lie on her bed. Bob, on the other hand, preferred the floor.”“A carpet was soft enough at that age.” Bob, having finished Scott, was ready to rejoin the conversation. “Probably relates to the square-cube law. And, you’ve never seen me bored because you’re so fascinating. Plus, there wasn't a hint of the 'Olde English' I figured she'd speak. I guess I'd assumed her greeting might be something like 'How are Thee'. The image before me just seemed inconsistent with what my ears were hearing.All that changed when Marilyn sent over to me, "Will, Spirits send out what 'They' want you to see but you can change that image to suit yourself and see them as 'You' want to see them."My head spun a little as I tried to figure out exactly what was happening. I questioned my. I slid it in and thrust hard a few times. “Don’t you dare cum, you have another ass to fuck,” she shouted. I was guided to the second ass and pumped it hard until I exploded right up her ass. “Clean up his ass, then I’ll remove your blindfold,” I was instructed. I loved all this; as soon as I was finished I was led back to my chair and sat down. “Are you sure you want your blindfold removed?” I was asked. Bloody right I did, I wanted to fuck Ann again, to see her tits and hairy bush..