And instead of youknow...helping me- you fuck me over. Now I'm going to be stuck in thefirst fucking grade. Surrounded by Ava, and her little friends,...havingto jab myself every recess."I didn't need a knife, or any of the innumerable sharp objects availablein existence to wound Tracy. No, there was venom in my words that seepedinto her and returned her posture to that of a sunken, shattered woman.Tracy said, "Just give in, Ryan. It'll be easier on you. I've seentotems used before, but never. But, most of all, I long to feel his cock pumping in and out of my sheath.But not now. With all the willpower I can muster, I push Paul’s hand away from my dripping pussy, lick his finger clean of my own juices and jump out of bed. Rushing to the bathroom to do my morning routine, I prepare myself for the big day. Paul reluctantly follows, his erection stiff as ever.He comes up behind me while I am busy brushing my teeth. He glides his stiff cock between my legs. My pussy is on fire and I. Marge had told me that she would pick up some food on her way home. Enough to give us all a good feed. And there was plenty of beer in the fridge. Mom let me drink at home as long as she could monitor it. So this was going to be a fun evening.Charlie and Eddie brought in a couple of bags. Charlie's mom drove away waving goodbye to us. I showed them to their room first and then just let them roam around checking out my home digs. Then we sat in the living room and I told them what was going to. Our rapture was known only to our two selves, and Alice had quickly recognized that complete silence as to what had happened to her in my Snuggery was her safest policy. And really, there was some excuse for the incorrect impression under which our friends were laboring, for our mutual embarrassment, when we first met after her violation, and her inability to altogether subdue on subsequent occasions a certain agitation and heightened color when I appeared on the scene, were to be symptoms of.