My fingers drop, unbuttoning her jeans. Her hands grip the waistband and slide them down over her hips and down to her knees. My fingers running over ...er lacy knickers, fingertip sliding along her stomach, nail inside the lace. Feeling her groan into my mouth as my fingers turn and cup her smooth wet cunt. Her lips already slick with her juices.My middle finger slides along her wet needy slit from perineum to clit hood, hearing her gasp as my finger traces her folds. My finger pushing her hood. It also doesn’t test intellect. It is intellect quotient. In other words, it is your ability to learn, not how smart you are.”“Great, so you are saying I am slow.”Dwain interrupts, saying, “You do realize that we only let in the 98th percentile? You’re still in the 97th percentile.”I add, “You are still in the top 3%. Besides, you are smarter than that. This test is geared toward adults. You are only 16, so your IQ is higher than what the test suggests. Not only that, but a large portion of the. What we’ll see isn’t what real citizens can do, understand?”As the video ran Sharon’s eyes bugged out. She watched as huge cocks penetrated brown bottoms, she listened as they moaned and groaned or as they chanted, Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my ass. And then she saw what was billed as an anal cream pie, when a man ejaculated in her. When he pulled out she was still open, Sharon was able to look up her, ah, plumbing.“God, that’s gross Robbie, isn’t it? Do I do that?”“I guess every. I don't know why I was so happy;these three were just my best friends, not really any kind of familythough I wish this relationship was real.Later that night while lying in bed, (There were two beds in Betty's roombut we usually shared the one). Betty and I discussed the wedding, atleast as we wanted it to be.Both she and I would be junior bridesmaids, we could pick out our gownswhen mom picked out hers so we could all look something alike; as far asthe rest of the wedding party, I had no clue.