This was going to be horrendous.My day continued to go to hell in a handbasket as Mammam used to say. I thought of her every time I got in my car—th...e little Mini that she loved so much. Well, this time Merck was on a roll. I think he must have switched from pot to speed. If studying Homer was a long lyrical process, Euripides was a rock opera. I swear, he even sang parts of The Bacchae.He stopped me after class and told me how much he liked my Athena project, hinting broadly that he’d like to. Melanie closed her eyes again to better enjoy the prolonged porking that Pete was giving her ass.Sue had finished with Steve now; she rose on her knees, turned towards me and used her magnificent tits to bulldoze me to the floor, where she snuggled in under my right arm and rested her head on my chest.“Hey!” Sylvie objected.“Get your own. Dibs,” Sue told her, poking out her tongue“That was my own,” Sylvie protested.“You snooze, you lose, to Suze,” Sue mocked.Steve slipped an arm around Sylvie. I think bel got the message though because I feel her raise up onto her knees again, gasping as I thrust my tongue into her. The world get a bit brighter as she pulls off her skirt over her head without ever breaking contact with my lips. I just get time to see Marks huge cock and Bels hand grab it before she leans back over again. Now I am free to let my hands roam a lot more. I slide my right hand up her body to her breasts only to find Mark already has one. I shift to the other so we can . This was how I made friends with Sylvie and Mirabelle. These two girls were constantly together. Their names were always mentioned in one breath, as if they were one unit: Sylvie and Mirabelle, Mirabelle and Sylvie. But this wasn't because they were sisters; they were just very close friends and happened to live next door to each other. Whenever they arrived somewhere, they arrived together, and, more often than not, they would also leave together, frequently with a couple of boys in tow.In.