You’re a band person ... ugh! Football players are supposed to stuff band people in trashcans.”Danny looked at him as if to say, “Are you crazy?...We both know who will get stuffed in a trash can and it isn’t me.”Steve burst out laughing and said, “You should see the look on your face.”“You had me going there for a second,” Danny said with a wry smile.“Why the flute?”“All the other flute players are girls.”“I definitely see the logic in that,” Steve said with a grin. “So how’s it going?”Danny. ”Little Bobby giggles. “I don't think it's a problem, but I couldn't handle it right now.”Morgan slides in the bed beside me. Lying on her back she's invited me to roll on top of her. She's just as eager as her sister was, as I position myself atop her. My manhood is still covered with a combination of Little Bobby’s and my cum. I slide in easily. Morgan is wet as I have ever felt her. Little Bobby watching us groans. “Dad you stuck your cock in her without cleaning it.”Morgan thrusting her. "He gave me a little punch on the arm, "We need to get you a real girlfriend, not one who's already gone!" Yeah!" I told him. Sure, and I'd get in mega trouble if it got out I had two eighth grade girlfriends I was supposed to be 'sharing.' Just what had JR meant by that? Parallel or serial? Tony turned and walked towards math, and I headed for history, contemplating what it would be like to be in bed with two girls at once.At lunch, we were sitting in the commons, munching snacks from the. The South American scenery at dawn was very beautiful, and we'd soon be angling out over the coastline to the sparkling blue waters of the Pacific.My personal ramjet had lifted from Bandar Arenas an hour after dawn, at 5:29 AM this morning. We were scheduled to land at Dakar at 8:55 AM, an hour before dawn there. So during this trip we would have the unique experience of watching the sun "set" in the east, as our ramjet slowly overtakes the boundary between day and night. I was looking forward.