She stratteled my legs and was rubbing her pussy on my thigh. She slipped open her top and let her nipples hang out. Her aerola were huge around the...nipple and much blacker than the rest of her silky smooth skin.The first song ended and she didn't move from my lap but did lean forward so here breast were pressed against my neck with my face just above the cleavage. Another song started but her only movement was to stand slightly and bring her nipple to my mouth. She whispered loudly in my. I looked at them both, rather shocked. This was probably the first real kiss she had with another girl in years. They both looked at me and giggled, both also blushing. “Mandy got more of you than I did, so I was getting my share.” Holly said then giggled, and they hugged each other.“Oh, that was not on purpose, he just shot it in my direction.” They both crawled up to me and I kissed both of them, one then the other several times before they both relaxed against me. I caressed their backs, and. Eventually I heard voices and opened a door to find a small gymnasium. Lisa was dutifully involved in an athletic training class. The instructress, a striking blonde, was directing her through a strenuous routine of bending stretches. Lisa's coach barked several guttural commands at her charge, and then strode over to me. She wore a white loosely fitted tunic-like blouse and thin baggy knee-length shorts. There was a black belt tied around her waist. With a noticeable German accent she told me. I can remember lying in bed praying to God he wouldn't kill her. Daddy was drunk that night I guess. I don't really know exactly what happened -- neither of them would talk about it -- but mom had bruises the next day where I could see them. That was unusual. Usually they were in places that didn't show.A couple of days later she was gone. There was a note for me that said she loved me but that she couldn't live there anymore. That it wasn't my fault so I shouldn't blame myself. I still have.