“Mother Fucker!” It slipped out of my mouth on accident. Everything was starting to make sense. Soon, Leah and Sasha were deep in conversation
with their heads almost touching so that they wouldn’t disturb the other patrons
listening to the music. “Why don’t you pour Alexa a drink?”
My hand was shaking as I poured and took it to Alexa who was waiting impatiently by the stairs. Cara got behind me and helped me push into Leah’s ass and whispered in my ear, “This
is so fucking hot. “Honey?”
Sitting beside her, I tried to explain. When everyone was
together again we decided on a cooking show. Maybe we can think of something. I didn’t really care anymore and if someone
noticed a bulge in my bikini bottom, so be it. She sat down, pointed at the
bulge in my dress and then to her mouth. Cara by my dick, Leah by Cara’s mouth and Sasha by
Leah’s hand. Sasha is private and I don’t really
want to share her at work. “Mmm good. “And thanksgiving. Leah looked at her and their lips found
each others. I enjoyed the
less controlling attitude of college as opposed to high school. I love you.”
We loaded our cars with my stuff and moved into a room at the Embassy Suites on 17th
St.
