Thank you, Doctor Jordan. I ... uh ... maybe I could just come here to hang out after school.” She smiled at me and shook her head.“Do you really ...hink you can turn the head of a woman my age? That would be both illegal and unethical. And rather stupid when you have so many girls your age to choose from.” She leaned in close to me and spoke so only I could hear her. “Come back when you’re eighteen.”I couldn’t believe I was going to school. I’d be a freshman hobbling around on crutches and. That would explain how they’ve continued that without Sarah or I having any clue about it.“Uhm ... Kara?”“Yes Allison?”“Is there a specific day of the week these date nights are supposed to happen?”“Actually, yes. It’s been the second Saturday for as long as I can remember.”That means ... it’s very likely they ... oh my.“I suppose there’s no reason to hide it any longer then; especially since you figured it out on your own.”“You’re both part of the same group, aren’t you?”“Normally, I’d never. . can't..."It was true. A fire raged through Marcie, so fierce it drove out everything except her desperate desire to peak the feelings scorching through her. She couldn't stop the rhythmic milking of her cuntal muscles. The circle tightened, released, then tensed, doing this over and over again. Each time her cunt cinched down on Byron's swelling prick, she felt the velvety, slick surfaces stroking him nearer his climax.Marcie knew she wasn't as close as Byron was. But she still bounced around. She reach down to wet and wring the facecloth again. She turned to face away from my direction, raising her left leg to rest it on the toilet across from the sink. She leaned forward slightly, almost daring me to run up behind her and accept the offered gift, and, using her right hand, began to wash between her legs. The cloth in her hand wiped along the lips of her crease, back and forth it travelled as it slowly parted the lips and entered. The wiping motion soon sped up and more of the cloth.