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"Bobby nodded sadly, and we all headed for class.With my locker right around the corner, I was the first of the gang to the lunchroom, as usual. I was watching for Kenny and Lisa. I spotted Lisa and Heath walking in together. Heath put his hands possessively on Lisa's hips as they got into the food line."What's wrong, John?" Mary Jo asked as she sat down.I nodded toward the line."Oh, shit!" she breathed. Where's Kenny?" I haven't seen him yet, but I agree with your sentiment." There he is," she pointed. "He's with Missy." She looked surprised."Good, she found him," I said, relieved."What's going on, John?" Mary Jo was visibly concerned."Bobby and Betty Lou saw Lisa and Heath kissing on Saturday. Bobby told us about it first thing this morning. Missy, Bobby, Betty Lou and I have been looking for him ever since. He and Missy had class together last period."Missy gently guided Kenny over to the table and basically forced him to sit between Mary Jo and me. She kissed me and said she'd be. The unmistakable moan of a woman in the initial throes of lust. No, two women- a rhythmic two part chorus of a messy soprano and a smoky alto. I neared the corner of the bathroom and let the hall door close as softly as I could. It wasn’t soft enough, however, or the Lioness had some good hearing aides, as I heard an accelerating shuffling sound and a higher pitch and volume from the soprano voice. The bedside lamps cast them in a sensuous yellow glow, two dark skinned brunette Goddesses worshipping each other on a five star altar. To my surprise, the wife was on top, making the most of the arrangement by alternately sucking the nipples on the Lioness’s incredible exposed breasts, and kissing her neck, face and lips. Both women were bucking and fingering each other like crazy, and somehow the fact that they were still mostly dressed made it even hotter. The Lioness arched her back and pulled her friends face down the explore her breasts more. She was making a show for me. As of yet,.
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She was screaming her fucking head off at Andrew. The poor sod couldn’t get a word in edgeways. He came in to my bedroom, but I could still hear mum’s voice in the background somewhere, yelling and screaming. ‘Where’s the phone?’ I asked. ‘I’ve left her talking to the alarm clock. Gina, I’m going down the pub.’ I nodded. I went into mum’s bedroom a few moments later. She was still yelling and obviously didn’t know Andrew wasn’t listening. I jumped and stifled a chuckle as the alarm clock went off right by the phone. I heard mum shriek, and then she started shouting Andrew’s name, until she finally realised she was talking to herself, and the still sounding alarm clock. I stopped the clock and picked up the phone. Mum had hung up. I got dressed and went down the shops, it was 9 o’clock and I just made it as they were shutting. When I came out Billy and Kevin were outside. They walked me home, and then I realised Andrew was still out. ‘Can we come in then, Gina?’ Billy asked. ‘It.

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