We often spent an entire Sunday afternoon watching football. We cuddled up on the couch, our normal position when watching TV together and one of my f...avorite positions. Keri sat and I lay, on my left side, with my head in her lap. As we lay there, she would have my head resting against her fabulous right breast or she would lift it and set it on top of my head to keep my old bald head warm.My left arm would be down at my side and Keri’s right hand would rest on my right hip, sometimes playing. (See "A Pair for the Principal") Then Madison got an e-mail on her cell phone, a question.She showed the message to her sister when Kimberly was through sucking her current best boyfriend and sent him home, staggering down the sidewalk to his red Corvette, his balls emptied and his cock feeling as if it had been turned on a lathe."Sure," said Kim, licking the last spots of cum from her pink lips and pulling down her knit shirt, "don't you remember, out in the dunes, this bunch of dudes, and. She wasn't innocent or ignorant, although she was a bit naive and impressionable. But she knew that girls didn't have to masturbate everyday - what difference did it make how often you wanked? Daisey usually touched herself everyday anyway. She particularly liked the feel of grinding her bare pussy on a hard surface, and she liked being rough with her swollen clitoris. But she really liked it when a boy rubbed his solid cock over her soaking slit and on her stimulated clitoris, but she wasn't. She had anticipated a hard semester, and to make absolutely sure that she had no time to stew over her problems, took an extra class for her major. She would be up to her neck in her accounting requirements. It seemed that numbers offered her the one viable escape from her memories of what happened to her in the Spring. Wendy was still adrift psychologically. She did fine with her classes, but that was because she could handle numbers in a mechanical manner that did not require her to thinkor.