And when they came to the door, both of them couldn’t help but smile at the thought of seeing her again. And they knocked softly, wondering. The doo...r opened and there she was. Surprise was written all over her face. She seems to not believe her eyes. “May we come in,” asked Jack softly. “Yes,” was all Becky could reply with. “She seems to want us,” thought Jack. “She seems happy to see us,” wondered Garrett. ************** And Becky was happy, as she followed them into the room. The room door. Camille reached out and wrapped her hand around mine, raising the bottleback to my mouth. I went to take a sip but her hand kept applyingpressure, forcing more of the glass bottle into my mouth. Puzzled Istopped raising it but she managed to push just a little more in, I feltthe neck of the bottle at the back of my throat, what the hell was shedoing?Clearly she felt my throat convulse around the bottle as she pressed herthumb against the outside of my lips before withdrawing it and guiding. There was an unwritten rule in the canteen that the youngest students sat the furthest from the food. The tiny, pint-sized Year Sevens had to sit right at the back, while the Sixth Formers, sat closest to the food and the door. There was a little bit of flex for people who were included in clubs or teams that sat together, like the cheer squad, but generally everyone just went along with the unofficial rules.All the girls were surprisingly friendly, making efforts to include everyone at the. "Oh my." I said. I am sure I must have been blushing horribly, but at the same time, my naughty nature relished the boys seeing my bare ass and what Carl had been doing with it. Someday, I thought as we looked at the frat guys, I want to take on about a half dozen college guys and give them all a thrill they'll never forget."Perhaps we should move inside." Carl suggested.He quickly pulled my skirt down for me, put his arm around my waist and guided me back into the master bedroom. One thing I.