We had a great time,” she said.“Not to mention there is a very small pool of swingers in Rosedale?” I asked.“Even in the whole county.” she ...admitted. “I admit that, but we couldn’t have found a better for us than you two. You both are great lovers, but you aren’t going to tell anyone either. Hell you can’t even admit it to yourselves.”“It’s more complicated than that,” I said.“It doesn’t have to be. Just come see us when you are free all night. We will work out something with you. Rachel went over to her own dresser, sliding on a G-string thong. She giggled, shaking her tight cheeks at Veronica and listened for the telltale drip onto the ground that meant Veronicas pussy was wet. Once she had heard it, she slipped a very short miniskirt over her large ass and pulled a white tank top over her bright pink push-up bra. The whole ensemble was very slutty, but Rachel wanted to impress Veronica. She walked over to see what her girlfriend was wearing. Veronica has pulled on. As we shuffled through the hall to our first period homeroom. I was shouting "hi's" and "howareya's" to friends we passed in the hall, not thinking to introduce my best friend. I guess I took her for granted and thought that she would just know these guys and gals. She stiffened after the fourth or fifth person had gone by and it dawned on me what I had done. I started, with the very next person, to introduce her. "This is Sam, Samantha Morse, she moved in next door this summer and she's real. But I don’t think you will want to.”She flipped the gag away from my mouth. Nicola’s gag was also taken away.“Shall we sit down?” She pointed at a table, my table, with twelve chairs around it.“Who are you?” I asked.“Isn’t it obvious? I’m the Abbess. Abbess Mary, head of this religious establishment. Or perhaps I should say ‘I WAS Abbess Mary, head of what was apparently a religious house’.”“I wish I could say ‘I’m pleased to meet you, Abbess Mary’, but your appearance is unexpected and.