For the next week I don’t think any us ever dressed even once, and we alternated fucking, with meals and hot soaks in the Temple springs, then havin... a big family dinner, finally another long night of fucking. Rick was now confirmed as safe and no one ever again thought twice again about which hole was being occupied by which cock. Rick and I never joined our lovers and became bisexual ourselves, but we became increasing comfortable around each other and never felt the slightest bit of jealousy. "Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for disrupting your classes this morning,but we have a situation that must be dealt with. As you all know, we have hadtrouble maintaining the correct level of discipline here at the school. Asa result we will be enforcing a new disciplinary code." The principal said,his voice booming through the stage microphone. "Now instead of providing you with a handout that will end up crumpled intospitwads or paper airplanes, we have decided instead to actively. We were surprised by what we read. Was it really true the clit hood ring would lightly tickle the clit if a woman walked the right way, or wiggled a little bit on a chair? That night after we had sex, we wondered if a clit hood piercing would make sex more fun. My girlfriend already had a nice pussy, completely shaved except for a pencil-thin, soft brown hair land strip. But I immediately told her I would love it if she got a clit piercing. I would love the sight of it, playing with it, and. I certainly watched her do it enough.“And thinking about her cooking reminds me, yet again, of her biscuits. I doubt that I’ll ever have the perfect ingredients to make any as good as hers, but I’m gonna have some flour soon – I hope. Of course, one thing going for me is that I haven’t tasted her biscuits in so long that I won’t have their taste firmly in mind when I taste mine. Then again, that sounds like I’ve already given up. Fuck it. I’m going to have biscuits one of these days.”Lobo.