The tardy bell rung as they got dressed again. “Sam?" Kayla asked.“What class do you have next?"“You wanna know something? I have dance class ne...t,” Sam said.“No shit? You dance?"“Not classically. I need an Easy A. You?" Sam replied.“This college prep class. When are you going to send it on Snap?" Kayla said.“Oh, that? I’ll do it later. You want me to do it now?"“No, I got a little thing I plan to do in sixth period,” Kayla said, with a mischievous look on her face.“Kayla... Don’t do anything. Some looked pretty strange and others exuded a quiet desperation. One guy had the worst hairpiece I had ever seen and I had a hard time keeping a straight face. After all, I was here too. Taking the weekend timetable with me, I checked into the hotel and went up to my room. The first agenda item was a BBQ on the back lawn of the hotel – sort of a time to mingle informally and get to know the other people. It was just starting. I am an introvert by nature and still feeling bruised by the divorce. But Angel reminded me of Cordelia, who had caught the ability to see visions from an Irish demon. Those visions didn't look like much fun, and from everything Tony said about how the story was going, I was glad I didn't watch. My mind is weird, sometimes. This wasn't a TV show; I'd just had a vivid dream, that was all.Elizabeth pulled my arm around her, leading it to a bare breast."Do you wear anything at night when you sleep?" I asked, curious. At least it was a completely different topic."No,. Ray’s hair, and used it to pull her face close to her wet cunny. “Look at it, look at the pussy you stared at and lusted over for a year, but were too chicken shit to do anything about,” Kimber hissed. Mrs. Ray licked her lips. “What if someone catches us?” Kimber pulled her face closer to her glistening lips. “They won’t, and I don’t care if they do. Let them watch. Let them watch my teacher eat out my sweet, eighteen year old pussy.” Mrs. Ray’s tongue touched Kimber’s lips and she gave it.