Time slowed. David’s teacher began to drawl and then stop talking, a classmate’s pencil hung in the air mid-tap, and another classmate was holding...her phone mid-text. David looked up at the clock which was frozen at 10:04am. He rose from his seat and walked to the front of the room and waved his hands around. Nothing. He went up and tapped his teacher on the shoulder. No reply. David went to the desk of one of the “tough guys” and open hand slapped him on the forehead. Still nothing. Chuckling. I saw three or four of the woman in a lesbian session, Sue making out with Chris whos cock like mine was hard again, and a few of the others playing in differnt ways, Shelia made her way over and joined in with the woman, cum dripping out of both holes as she began to lick and be licked by a woman, I found a spare cunt and fucked it, keeping my cock busy.The night was great, now the woman had been fucked by us all, the jealous seemed to disappear, Shelia was eating out a womans cunt while her. As time progresses, we might discuss it further. It's immaterial at this point. The only point to focus on now is that four divided by eight is one-half. There are eight people paying on the mortgage. There are four bedrooms. That means everyone gets one roommate. If we mix and match, so be it. If I choose to sleep on the couch or set up a tent in the backyard, it doesn't change the fact that half of one bedroom is mine. If you decide you would rather share a room with Allie than Walt, and. ”“And?” Dona had such a flippant tone. “We want this bad. Why do you get to decide that our desires are wrong. That we shouldn’t be horny for you. Why are you speaking for us?”I blinked my eyes.“We can make our own decisions, Becky,” Kaelea said. “And this is our decision. Right, Dona?”“Oh, yes. We want this badly. We’re adults. Barely, but we’re still eighteen. We can make our own decisions on who we have sex with. You don’t get to tell us that it’s wrong for us to want you. You don’t get to.