Over the past few months, I had developed a strong connection with Nancy, she and I were always walking to class together, and hanging out on the week...ends. Jeff, you are a great guy you know that? Do you want to come in for a little while? Nina said. I jumped all over this oppurtunity. I was hanging out in the hottest girls in my schools home, alone. Jeff, which one of us is prettier? Nancy said. Is that a trick question? I responded. They both laughed together and walked over to me closely. No. Yep condoms for us unless its only a few days after their periods. Of course one way to get around this is to use anal sex. The women aren’t always comfortable but it beats getting pregnant when you don’t want to have a baby and have to say there is no squeeze like that squeeze.Usually our parents take the k**s when we have our monthly outing to the swing club. Other wise we’ll have parties at either home along with the k**s.Lately Morgan and I have gotten interested in interracial sex as a. “So what size are your breasts”, she started, “with the stuffing?” “I don’t know”, I said, visibly shrinking. “38C I guess”. “That’s perfect”, she exclaimed. “I’m 40D now, but I have some 38C bras from before I had Jennifer”, she said. Her voice took a quieter, conspiratorial tone, “and I still sometimes put them on, you know, to make the girls really pop. Hurts like hell, but makes my tits unbelievable”, she winked. “Jessica”, I said,. "Why, that's the magic word!"Tommy jumped back as much as the space inside the locker would allow when the pink smoke seeped into the vents. A small bird coalesced from the smoke and perched on the coat hook on the inside of the door. The bird looked up at Tommy squashed as far back into the locker as he could manage. "Don't worry," chirped the bird, "I'll have us out of here in no time." Tommy watched in amazement as the bird produced what looked like a tiny hacksaw from a little black bag.