Tiffany looked at her with a puzzled look. "Just look at me... I'm a black rubber covered slut with volleyballs on my chest and a dick above my pussy..... and I'm supposed to be male above all. How in the world could I even start considering you like a freak."Tiffany looked at her with a smile, proving that no matter how their bodies had changed they were still the couple they were before, even though they might be called lesbians now it made perfect sense to them since they didn't feel less in. I couldn't help it. She clamped down on my dick as she spoke, wiggling her stomach and ass in a way that had to have come from an advance belly dancing class. I felt my cum rising to the top. Sheryl felt me swelling in her. "God! I've wanted this for the past three weeks..." What? I shouted in my mind. I've been trying to get this pussy for the past three weeks without success and she has the nerve to tell me she wanted to feel me bust a nut up in her for the same three fucking weeks. My. It felt so wonderful, I didn't want it to stop. I felt her mouth leave my clit only to feel her tongue again running in and out of my cum filled pussy. Every once in a while, I would jerk when she stopped long enough to flick my sensitive clit. I would hear her giggle, then start to lick my pussy again.She stopped what she was doing and slowly, on her hands and knees, worked her way up my body. "Do you remember what I said?" she asked as she was moving her body side to side, seductively. "No police report ... hey, here's a personal one for you." Gimme," the big redhead said, effectively snatching it from his grasp. The was from one of her "contacts," a sister of a senior at Carson who occasionally shared a shower with Darren at their gym."This is crazy," she said, pulling her mane of red hair back behind her ears. "Says here that a bunch of girls from Carson High jumped into some vans and headed for this mall. Must be a protest thing, you think? Initiation, maybe?" I think I.