Playing guitar is the only thing other than football that makes sense to me all the time. I don't get school, I don't get women, I don't get life in g...eneral. Football and music, I get.I don't get Lisa. One minute she's rock solid, the next she's a fuckin' whimp. She still won't tell me who left the bruise on her arm last month. It wasn't me. I know that. I did leave one - by accident. She was being all coy 'bout goin' to the river with Peter an' me an' I grabbed her arm and pushed her into the. "This is the last time you'll be able to have the showers andlavatories to yourselves. Tomorrow the naughty sissies will havearrived and it will be bedlam in here. Make the most of it."We acknowledged Sophia's warnings and paid strict attention to herinstructions, as we were pantied, corseted and finally enveloped in ourgorgeous nighties ready for bed. Sophia then led us down stairs wereVictoria had just prepared some drinking chocolate. We were made to siton the upright chairs, while Victoria. It just covered her already hard nipples and left the cleavage between her large firm tits fully exposed. It was open all the way down and did not hide her freshly shaved pussy mound. Her outer lips were closed and reminded Kevin of a clam shell. She put some scented lotion on her finger, slipped it between her cunt lips and rubbed herself right on her fun button, moaned and then pulled up the tiny matching panties that just covered her puffy lips. The pink fabric was lacy and slightly see thru. “Is there anyway,” she began rather sheepishly, ‘for me to earn a grade without participating in the group project?”I inquired as to why she didn’t want to work on the group project. She stepped closer to the lectern, and then looked around to make sure there wasn’t anyone within easy ear shot.“I have issues with some of the folks in my group,” she said softly.I told her that I understood and that I could switch her to another group.“Actually,” she replied, “I was kind of hoping to find another.