She was kind of cute but certainly not cheerleader quality and certainly not nerd material either. Dad referred to her as the girl next door type.Robi... was my height, a few pounds lighter, and a B-cup. Her hair was reddish, quite curly, and it hung halfway down her back. She wore the normal miniskirts and tops that all of the other girls wore but she didn’t try to be sexy at all.When we first started dating and going to school dances or out to the movies I got to hold her hand and I got a good. .." she said and hurled, and thus puked semen onto the floor. I estimated it was about half of what was in her. Thank god the floor was marble, carpet would have absorbed it and it would have been lost. I walked up to her and grabbed her by the hair, dropped her to the ground, and pinned her face on the cum-filled floor."You just puked like half of what you've swallowed, I can't have that. Swallow every fucking drop off the floor or I will have these guys rape you." But you only said I had to. I’m more than happy to fill that role for you.”Clarence almost fell out of his chair. The gods were surely smiling down on him today!“I’m the lucky one, darlin’,” Clarence said, as he helped her get down on her knees in front of him.“What’s your name, sweet thing?” Clarence asked. “I figure I should know what to call you when I cum in your slutty little mouth and tell you to swallow every drop.”“My name is Lucy,” she said, “but you can call out whatever you like when I’m taking care of your. Her back arched now, she was close. She went faster."Oh God ... I'm cumming ... yes!" Heather yelled. "Abigail ... yes ... Abigail!"Heather cut off, as if this Abigail were kissing her, and Sara Jean froze. It was too late. Cutting short the masturbation had blunted her orgasm, but she still had cum. As she lay there, recovering her wits, she couldn't shake off the shame of what she'd done. Heather was fucking a girl and Sara Jean had gotten off on it. She pushed the thought away and fell back.