She wanted to see if Fred won.The next day...Nikki awoke on her couch, the TV still on showing some morning sitcom. She must've feel asleep while watc...hing wrestling. She only saw up to the part where Fred wrestled and won... and she was happy about that. She got up off of her couch and went in the kitchen to make breakfast. It consisted to easy to cook things: Waffles, toast with jelly, eggs, and orange juice.She decided to go downstairs and check her mail so she changed into blue cut off jeans. That was how Rachel wanted it, I was sure. No hurry.The pace quickened after a while, and Rachel began to whimper as she started switching back and forth between our cocks more rapidly. She'd suck me for four or five seconds, switch back to Tim for a while, and then back to me.Then Rachel pulled back, glancing up at us. Her eyes were glassy, as though drunk on sex. She stood and lay back on the bed.We joined her, one of us on either side. We ran our hands along her skin and kissed her on the. I closed my eyes as my pussy dampened. I was sitting as still as a stature, trying not to think of all the guys staring at my exposed legs. Suddenly, my phoned buzzed. ‘Slut Report. Take a picture bitch’ The panic set in. I had no idea where to go, let alone the idea of getting someone to fuck me. I improvised and ran up the aisle, sprinting towards the door. My long strides caused the skirt to ride up and my ass to be exposed. I ignored the obvious glares and the whistles as I sprinted out. He hadn’t smelled like death, but hell he did taste like it though the taste still lingered in her mouth, the foul taste of decay, and rot was still making her feel nauseous. Chelsea picked up her sowing box and began to fix an old shirt she had been meaning to mend. The questions ran through her mind non stop all night and late into the day as she began to drift slowly into her deep sleep.The moon was high when she finally awoke from her dreamless, but restless sleep, her mind had wondered,.