Marsha!"Don't make a sound, Marsha," I said quietly.She stopped moving - bouncing - on the prone man under her and spun her head and pretty shoulders ...toward me. Nice tits, I thought. Weird thought, huh?"What... ?" Marsha questioned, but I interrupted her."The bad guys are here, Jerome," I said, not much more than a whisper. I didn't want to be quiet. I wanted to do the opposite of what I'd told Marsha to do. I wanted to scream like a banshee.Had Jerome heard me? Yes. He lifted Marsha off his. Worth it though, I was studying what I was good at and loved. The practicality of the majors were in question, but I figured it was more about getting a chance to master ones arts and hone talents instead of actually flashing the degree around.It was time for a vacation, a chance to restock the creative stores and just not have to worry about things. My winter break was going to be spent on an island, a nice little one, a friend of mine majoring in Anthropology suggested it. Authentic enough to. I end up passing out.I start to wake up when i feel two mouths on my dick. I wake up and Jackie is underneath me. She repositions herself and slides her pussy right on my dick. Confused, and with no sense of will power i begin pushing into her with my 7 inch cock. Shes starts moaning and grinding on my dick, then yells its your turn. I feel something enter my asshole. I stop moving for a moment as i am filled with pain. In that moment i had just enough will power to turn and see a tall hispanic. "Oh no...hold up Jessie," his mom countered, "you are not putting on anew set of clothes this late. Go into the laundry room, take off yourclothes and put them in the laundry. I will get you something to wear."Jessie headed into the laundry room as Amanda ran to her bathroom andgrabbed her bath robe. It was a light cotton material that was peach incolor. It had sleeves that ended just under the elbow and the bottomlanded about knee length. Other than a little flowery embroidery on theleft side.