Then if anybody else shows up, they would be invited to fuck me all they wanted, too." Sharon smiled then, adding, "But word got back to the teachers,... and all 6 of the girls were expelled, and had to go to school for one more year." "I finished my school, graduated, and went to college, got my degree in Accounting and got married. I thought I had it made. The guy I married was a big shot in an accounting firm, and had dreams of going all the way to the top. He started using my pussy to get. The one phone they found was dead, but Viola was nowhere to be found anymore. With no cell service, the girls had to entertain themselves.“What in the world was up with Viola?” Dawn jeered. “Like a twenty-something who never outgrew her high school goth phase!”“And became a French maid,” Jill added. “Kinda hot, but definitely weird.”“A French maid who works at a funeral parlor, maybe.”Meanwhile, Britney explored the contents of an old writing desk, and found some handwritten notes in it. It. "Hey, I'm just askin' is all," Angie giggled. "You can tell me. I heard about beauty pageants and everything." Well, you heard wrong." I stared at her."Yeah right!" she snorted. "You weren't even on the list, so how did you get elected Homecoming Queen?" I don't know." I frowned. "People just voted for me. Let's do this stuff." Fuck that stuff; I did it last year, see?"Angie slid her notebook over and I guess she had done some stuff in her science class the year before. She had all the results. She was in her mid thirties and she inspired awe in all the boys at school. Her rather big but oh so perfect ass looked very beautiful in those tight skirts she used wear. Her breasts couldn’t possibly be as nice as her cleavage suggested I used to think to comfort myself.Finally this waste of time they call class had come to an end. Before I could get up from my chair I could hear mis Erikson’s stern voice telling me ‘Don’t bother getting up young man.’ She looked at me from over her glasses..