She asked me if I had heard from Marcia and I told her no. I was still pissed off about being shot and I told her that if I never saw Marcia again it ...ould be too soon. I felt the need to explain why so I told her the whole story about what had happened.Margo listened intently and then when I was finished, said to me, "What are you going to do? I know it's so soon, but have you given it any thought?" Divorce the bitch!" I said angrily. I actually regretted saying the words. I looked at Margo. “So how do you release all that pent-up sexual energy?” Courtney asked.“I usually don’t, but sometimes I’ll use my fingers or a toy after he leaves.”“I would never have guessed. With how thin the walls in this place are, I could probably hear the vibrator humming,” she joked.She was right. The walls were paper thin. It made me wonder if she had heard any of my previous transgressions. From my room, I often heard Courtney having sex. The majority of the time I would put in ear plugs and. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, tossing it on the table. “Not that my blouse isn’t already filthy from chalk,” she said, “but I can’t risk getting any other stains that would be harder to explain come wash day.”I sat mesmerized looking at her plain white bra adorned with just the tiniest bit of lace trim. It had no padding and I could easily see the outline of her nipples and areolas through the thin fabric. Her breasts were round and filled the cups completely, begging to be. I felt his hands reach behind me to unhook my bra, but I could feel that he struggled a little. How cute, a superhero who cant even unhook a bra! I happily assisted him, and watched as his blushing face turned from an embarrassed smile to a dropped jaw. He looked down at my breasts and then back to me. I nodded to him and he quickly went to work on them, softly rubbing them with his hands and sucking on my hard nipples with warm lips. I rolled my head back in ecstasy as he pleasured me, running.