Angie was one of the most violent girls in the school. She had major issues with anger and was always fighting. She glared at the two 5’5″...115 to 120 pound blonde biker chicks as if she wanted to kill them.“Kick their asses, Angie, a few girls said. The women were visibly scared. A blond with a sleeveless shirt tried to run past Angie, but Angie stuck out her foot and tripped her. When the blonde tired to stand, Angie punt kicked her and knocked her on her back.“Stay. Abby remained motionless. James struggled to look past her. Vicki was working the tool hard with the knob just inside her labia. Her eyes were open, staring at the pair on the bed. ‘Take him in your mouth—just the crown’ Vicki finally gasped. Abby slowly lowered her head to James’ groin and formed her lips to encompass him. James anticipated the moist, warm pleasure. ‘No—no!’ Vicki abruptly sighed before Abby’s lips made contact. ‘Sixty-nine!’ Abby’s face broke into a slight smile. She pivoted. Her comment: "I love you both. You are my husband. Brindy is my sister, no, more than that. Maybe my wife. We belong to all of us. It is love."I looked at Brindy, kissed her a few little pecks until she turned her face to mine, our eyes connecting. "It is love," I said.Brindy giggled. "It is love. That's what Lita told ME! Dave, our Carlita is leading us around." You think?!?" I answered with a tinge of sarcasm. "You say that like it's a BAD thing."She giggled. "I did NOT! I adore her. She has. Oureyes met. Using only my thoughts, hoping that somehowshe could read my mind, I told her I wanted to fuck herbrains out. Her lips broke into an understanding smile.“Strip me,” she said. “Make me naked for you.”I wasted no time in moving my hands to the bottom ofher sweater. I drew it swiftly upward, over her head,then up and over her raised hands. Throwing it on anearby chair, I turned my attention back to her. I hadseen sexier bras, and I had seen cups that were.