Eliot, Dylan Thomas and Sylvia Plath. They would lie together on the grass, in the hills high above the busy town below, idly discoursing until, inev...tably, lust got the better of one or the other of them and the two would once again become a writhing entwined body of one flesh, the sun beating on them from above and the grass prodding and poking into the crevices of their flesh from below. Emma didn’t care, unlike Beatrice, if ever anyone passed by and saw the girls making love together.. The next time Bo snuck up on us we were in the bedroom with the door closed having a good time. We could hear Bo pawing at the door knob trying to get in. We were in a 69 with her on top. My head was at the edge of the bed and she was sort of standing at the edge of the bed leaning over sucking my cock. We were really having a good time. She already had cum twice and I was getting close to getting mine. She kept holding mine off, not letting me cum until she had enough of her own. I was half. One man pulled Gretchen’s sister roughly up from the couch, her protests doing little to stop him as he manhandled her out of the room. ?Show me your room honey.? His hand was already around her waist, and slid over the gentle curve of her pert ass as they walked down the hall. The other man pulled Gretchen up from the couch. ?I’m Michael. You be a good girl and you won’t get hurt. You mess with me and I’ll mess with your Daddy over their.??But you told my mother that you wouldn’t touch. I was mesmerized by her actions. Finally it looked like Mary was just sitting and waiting. The man got up and slowly walked out of the cafeteria. Mary stood and I ducked behind the cabinets again. The old guy went to the entrance to that wide stairwell, and went in only when Mary appeared. She watched him go to the stairs and slowly followed, disappearing from my view. Now I had a decision to make and my mind was in a flurry of thoughts. I could not let her catch me here again but was ready.