"Secondyear starts here!" Hey Suri!" I giggle. "Hey Priya... Years three and four start here, Iguess!" Don't remind me," Priya laughs. "I'm already te...rrified about my GCSEs asit is..." Though you do at least get to wear the 'grown-up' uniform," I laugh,prompting sad smiles from the two Indian girls."As would you, if you just told your parents," Priya sighs. "Well, in twoyears you would, anyway!" I force out a chuckle, but inside, I know thatwhat Priya's saying is correct- and it's the reason. Okay, I had to admit that the average Kansas City gal probably didn’t feel relief that no one was out there scheming to kill her. Hmm ... could this be ... like normal?Excrementum equorum.Back in my outlaw days, back when I was swamping around in that Macklin pharmaceutical morass, I’d had an inkling of a Greta Gunther idea. A glimmer. That bitch had sent Dixie Wexler to kill me. It didn’t work out, but he did murder Matt Striker.Well, Wexler’s pushing up weeds; so is his murderous partner,. The two did this for a few minuets as Jen also played with her Mom’s full tits. Sara stopped and moved up so that she could kiss Jen and in so doing their tits were smashed against the other and Jen responded with the desire of a very turned on teenager. Mom and daughter kissed and played each taking turn sucking on the others tits and kissing the lips and tongue fucking the mouth of the other.Nice to see Mom and daughter enjoying the other, but it was time for more direction. I stopped them. I could smell their sex as soon as I opened the door. He had left after having his way with her that night. I woke her and told her how good it smelled in there. She agreed. We all got in the car and drove to the school. We talked about my night at work and other menial things on the way. I brought our k** into the school while she waited in the car, as she hadn't showered yet. When I got back in the car she told me she hadn't showered because she wanted me to taste her and the other man. As we.