Monday

Kimberly Amora hated her life.

One kiss, one kiss from that awful awful Teddy Smith and she got mono and was out of school for two weeks. And it wasn’t as if she had been given a choice in the matter – he guaranteed he’d break up with her if she didn’t agree to it, and no girl in her social position could afford to be broken up with. It wasn’t like she wanted to break up with Teddy, either, a hot guy at her side that, for the most part, did what he was told made her look good by association.

That’s what it was all about; being the “It” girl at her school like Kimberly knew she was, looking good in front of others. Kimberly was seventeen, she was a senior in high school, it was supposed to be her shining moment in life, being completely on top for once. Even though she had been the prettiest girl at school for the last two years, seniority and the jealousy of older girls always held her back. Things had been going so well, too. Two weeks out of school would be a gift from God for most teenagers, but for her, it was pure hell as she watched her hard-fought-for social standing crumble around her feet. She couldn’t even go to work at the local pool like normal, where boys from other schools could see what they were missing out on. Just from one stupid kiss.

It wasn’t that Kimberly didn’t want to have sex someday, she was sure she’d enjoy it or at least tolerate it, but it was far too easy for her to tease it and then take it away to get what she wanted. As things stood, that kiss was about as sexual as she had gotten. It hadn’t even been that wet, lasting less than ten seconds before she had to pull away because of Teddy’s hands searching up her shirt. Kimberly wasn’t about to allow him second base when he was barely able to get on first.

It was all Candice McMichael’s fault. Candice had been trying to take her spot as top girl at Preston High since their senior semester had started, and now she had her chance. While she had been bedridden, Teddy dumped her (over the phone!) for that tramp Candice. Her attempt to make class president (a popularity contest, really, and Kimberly knew she would have won) was blown when she couldn’t attend the mandatory debates, leaving Candice to run unopposed. She couldn’t get nominated for Homecoming Queen while she was on the shelf, so her name wouldn’t even be on the ballot.

Kimberly had dreamt of being named Homecoming Queen for years, ever since she was a Freshman, and now thanks to Teddy Smith and his stupid, yucky kiss she wouldn’t even get the chance. And since she wouldn’t be able to do any athletics for at least two months, Candice, of course, petitioned to have her kicked off the cheerleading squad and won everyone over unanimously, relaying the whole ordeal in a faux-sad voice (over the phone!). There was no doubt in Kimberly’s mind, she loathed Candice McMichael.

She seethed in quiet rage for two weeks on her bed while her mother tried to nurse her back to health in between overtime shifts at her office. It was hard for her to make time for her daughter and be the family’s sole breadwinner, with daddy gone, but that’s how it was. Kimberly loved her mother, but was annoyed with her opinion that her daughter was too popular for her own good. Having lots of friends was all well and good, she would remind her daughter often, but Veronica Amora did not raise a daughter to be so bereft in her studies. Kimberly’s eyes became very practiced and accomplished rollers. She knew studying was unnecessary when she could just convince some lonely nerd to let her cheat off of him with a bit of sweet-talking, and she was sure every nerd at school knew her looks were her absolute best quality.

She was tall and slim, her body toned with years of cheerleading and tanned with just as many years of sunbathing while gossiping and watching boys play touch-football. With rich chestnut-colored hair that went down to her shoulders, a pair of lovely, pert C-cups that she was just so happy with, and a winning smile with a pretty face, Kimberly knew she was more than a catch, she was the catch at Preston High. Even stuck inside for two weeks, getting (in her eyes) flabbier and paler than ever before, she was still undeniably beautiful.

And now, the two week-long wait was over. Kimberly returned to school the Monday of Homecoming Week with plots of vengeance running through her mind and low, tight, black jeans riding on her hips. A thin black sweater displayed just enough cleavage to not be bothered by dress code. There was a strange, strawberry-type smell that permeated every bit of air in the school she seemed to breathe in, and she couldn’t for the life of her place the source. She quickly ran into Rosie and Gwen, her two best friends that she knew. Their phone calls had been strangely sparse during her sickness, and they had never visited, but she was willing to forgive all in order to get back at Candice. She hoped they would have a few ideas on the matter.

“Hi!” Kimberly said cheerfully. “What’s going on?”

Rosie and Gwen exchanged frightened looks, and ran off without so much as a word. Her efforts to Josie, to Nadine, to Kelly, even to Karolina, who went with her to kindergarten – all these efforts ended the same. They would run away, they would have nothing to do at all with Kimberly.

The senior class Assistant Principal, Mr. Walters, an oldish man with a graying crew-cut, stopped Kimberly in the hallway.

“Pull those pants up, young lady, this isn’t a cabaret.”

When she didn’t comply right away, he pulled out a detention slip in a comfortable, easy motion and handed it to her.

“I suppose you thought I was joking,” he said coldly. “Tomorrow at 5, or I’ll take your Saturday.”

By the time she entered her first period History class she felt like crying, and for the first time ever was glad she was able to find a seat in the back corner. Candice was in the class with her, sitting in the front. She was a tall, very pretty blonde, with a permanently annoyed look on her face that Kimberly found revolting. The two exchanged hateful looks before the bell rang. Then, Miss Phine walked in.

She glided into the room, the most gorgeous woman Kimberly had seen in her entire life. Nothing about her would even dare speak of imperfection. The long, thick, blonde hair that went to her waist, the never-ending legs, the tan to die for, the breasts that had probably made men weep with joy, the angelic face that just inspired obedience, and all of this covered with a tight, white dress that couldn’t have looked anything else but gorgeous, with matching high-high platform heels. A slim, sparkly white collar wrapped around her neck, long hoop earrings dangled from her ears. Everyone in the class was caught dumbstruck with the presence of the gorgeous teacher.

“Hi everybody!” she enthused. “Mr. Jenkins decided to retire just this weekend. I’m like, your new teacher, Gloria Phine! But you can just call me Glory,” she giggled.

Kimberly giggled with her, why not? She was so pretty.

Candice had raised her hand. Glory looked at her a bit bemused, and said, “Yes?”

“My name is Candice McMichael, and, as Class President,” she said, looking very self-important, “I’d like to welcome you to our school on behalf of everyone here at Preston High.”

Glory giggled. “You’re the Class President?” Strangely, she cast a quick, deliberate look in Kimberly’s direction. “How quaint.”

Candice didn’t seem to be fazed at all. “Also, I wanted to make sure you were well-informed about the state of affairs at the school, because there’s been an awful rash of horrible sickness going around, and someone who’s still highly contagious has come back to school today.” She looked meaningfully at Kimberly.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” Glory said coolly.

She looked around the class a bit before walking up and down the aisles, touching everyone, smiling, letting them all try to take her presence in. It wasn’t likely anyone would succeed, Kimberly didn’t think a black hole would be able to take in Glory’s presence. Obvious though it was that the nuclear blonde was just letting the teenagers get a good look at her phenomenal body, Kimberly strangely didn’t think it was odd at all. The sweet smell of strawberries and sex filled the air, and the seventeen year old mused that if she had a body like Glory’s, she’d show it off as much as possible too.

Glory lingered in front of Kimberly for a long time, giving her several seconds to stare unabashedly at her heavy chest, her soft fingers stroking Kimberly’s face knowingly, turning her on, before turning and swaying back towards the front of the class. Everyone shot Kimberly jealous looks, especially Candice, which made her smile even wider.

“History,” Glory said, “the way you’ve been being taught it, anyway, is totally boring.”

She picked up the textbook on the desk beside her and tossed it casually towards the trashcan. When it missed, she giggled cheerily, and bent over at the waist, flashing her tanned ass-cheeks and bright white thong to the class. For some reason, it took her well over a minute, bending over like that to maneuver the book into the trash. Nobody complained.

“Reading is like,” she giggled, “for losers with too much time on their hands. You’re young! You should be out and about, having fun, making hot, sweet love to your favorite guy or gal. There’s nothing better than a young, hot babe wrapping her legs around her boyfriend’s waist, kissing him like there’s no tomorrow, letting him drill her over and over and over again until she can’t even walk.” She giggled. Kimberly sighed adoringly, as did many others. “Being young is the best time to have sex, because it’s the best time to get a girl pregnant. She can have loads more babies if she starts young . . . and that is, naturally, the point of having great sex. Sex feels terrific because it’s terrific to get a girl pregnant, helpless, and dependent like she belongs. Dependent on a big, strong man.”

No one dared object. Kimberly knew why, of course. No one wanted to disagree with such overwhelming beauty. Besides, she was right, wasn’t she? The purpose of sex was to feel great, because it was great to have kids, to belong to a man . . . her mind drifted. She didn’t notice that every girl in the class had that same, wishy-dreamy look on their faces as she did. Every guy was sizing up the girls next to them, undressing them with their eyes. Some looked at Kimberly, but still perhaps afraid because of Candice’s lies, not for long. She wanted to frown, but it was hard to do when looking at Glory.

“People have been having sex since like, the start of time! All of history has been made because people loved long, hot, and hard. It’s why we’re here now. That’s why, today, you get to make your own history!” Glory said excitedly. “Everybody pair up!”

Everyone got out of their seats and stood up – several of the boys had obvious hard-ons.

“Oh, not you, Candice,” Glory said, gesturing for the blond to sit back down. “As Class President, it’s your duty to take notes. Sorry, but that’s the price of responsibility.” Candice, looking crushed, sat back down and took out a piece of paper. Kimberly cheered inside, but still pouted at the fact that no one seemed to want to pair up with her.

There weren’t an equal number of boys and girls in the class, so several girls had to pair up with each other, until Glory stopped them, and split them up to provide an extra partner for several boys. If girls were going to please each other, she explained, it only made sense that they did it in front of a boy. That was the whole point, wasn’t it? They all agreed. Kimberly remained in the back. Everyone she approached suddenly found a new spot to stand when she even motioned towards them. It was so, so unfair. She felt like she was going to cry.

“Now,” Glory said, “Everyone try kissing your partner. Experiment. Branch out. Kiss, kiss, kiss, let your bodies feel the bliss.” She giggled. “The further you go, meaning, the more you . . . explore, the more you’ll learn, and the longer your own chapters will be in today’s sexy history. You wouldn’t disappoint me, would you, my darlings?” She asked.

Everyone assured her they would do their best. Everyone but Kimberly. Glory pointed at her, and crooked her finger, beckoning her to approach. “You, come with me to my office. I’d like to chat with you for a bit.”

No one but Kimberly noticed the command, they were all too busy exploring the bodies of their partners. Glory went back into the office, and Kimberly followed her a bit uneasily. That feeling of unease, however, went away almost immediately, the enclosed hot strawberry scent even stronger inside. It suddenly didn’t bother her at all that she knew for a fact that only well-established teachers had their own offices, and Glory had one already after only working for not even a day. She felt giddy. Glory sat on her desk, crossing those long, traffic-stopping legs, looking at Kimberly affectionately.

“I wanted to make it a point to get to know the prettiest girl in school,” she said.

Kimberly looked aside, her eyes on the shelves behind Glory’s desk. Most teachers had books, statues, even awards, Glory had several issues of Cosmo and other fashion magazines, and a healthy selection of the raunchier sort of magazine with scantily clad women on the cover. There were also rows and rows of shoes, slippers, heels, boots, and also lots of…were those collars?

“Why don’t you talk to Candice, then?” Kimberly asked scathingly.

Glory hopped off the desk, tits bouncing, and moved straight to her, hands suddenly on the teen’s shoulders. They were incredibly soft and warm, they felt like someone was caressing her skin with a fresh pair of silk panties straight out of the dryer. Kimberly relaxed immediately.

“That cow?” Glory rolled her eyes. “I said I wanted to talk to the prettiest girl in school, Kimberly.”

Kimberly smiled immediately, not wondering for too long how Glory knew her name. She had read the class role, that was all. Her name had gotten around, she was the prettiest girl in school. Then she sighed.

“What’s the use of being the pretty if I can’t go out with boys?” She asked. “I hate mono,” she added, dejected.

Glory “awwed” sympathetically, and pulled her in for a warm embrace. Her scent, that smell of lust and fruit, was making Kimberly’s head spin. Glory’s huge chest pressed against her own, and the teen was very much aware of how turned on she was getting. Her face fell on Glory’s bare shoulder, not for need of comfort, but rather out of a need to feel that silky soft skin against her own. The heat she felt there was staggering. Glory ran one hand through Kimberly’s hair, and the younger girl felt her pussy twitch happily. She felt so good, so calm, so relaxed.

She had never felt this good in her life, and it was only getting better. She felt drunk, high, drunk and high and completely gone. It didn’t matter what she did while she felt this good, it was excusable, it was allowable when all she was doing was playing to how good she felt. It was so hard to think . . . but what was there to think about? Glory was the only one in the room, that’s all that she needed to think about. Soft, sexy, sensual, sensational Glory. No thinking, no worrying, just hot, sexy fun for Glory and her. Glory was in drive, in control, taking the reigns, and that was just great.

It took Kimberly several minutes of being held so incredibly close to Glory’s glory to register that this was all being whispered in her ear, though she took it in as inescapable gospel. Kimberly finally realized it when she felt with a flutter of excitement in her belly Glory’s lips on her ear.

“S-shouldn’t . . . kiss . . . ” She whispered dumbly. “You’ll get sick.”

Glory giggled, releasing the embrace. Kimberly giggled too, not knowing why. It was just fun to laugh when Glory did. “Oh, you silly. I’m immune.”

“You had it before?”

Glory shook her head, her hair swaying sexily. “Oh no, I’m immune to all sickness. That’s part of being a perfect super-hot bimbo babe, after all.” She giggled again, with Kimberly echoing her.

“I don’t understand.”

Glory smiled. “Of course you don’t, gumdrop. You’re already well on your way to being a perfectly super-hot bimbo babe,” Kimberly beamed at the obvious compliment, “And thinking isn’t a bimbo babe’s strong suit, is it?”

Kimberly giggled. “Guess not,” she admitted. School, academically speaking, had always been rather hard for her.

“See? I mean, sure, we can be pretty clever when we want to be . . . but only about the important things.”

“Like what?”

“Like being hot, and beautiful, and having fun, and looking sexy, and getting to fuck, duh.”

Kimberly giggled. Duh.

“We can be as clever as we want when we want something.” Glory giggled. “But, of course, when we’re around our man, there’s nothing we need to do except be pretty and silly and his. There’s nothing more important to you than being pretty, is there?”

Kimberly shook her head, realizing suddenly how right Glory was. “Being pretty . . . ” She started tentatively, and then looked into Glory’s encouraging, bright blue eyes and went on more confidently, “ . . . being pretty means I’m popular and guys like me, and everyone listens to me and does things for me. I love being pretty.”

She said it almost with a bit of surprise. She had always loved being better-looking than everyone, but didn’t want to sound snobby. But around Glory, it was so easy to tell the truth.

“I know you do. Society tells us we should cover up beauty, act modest, polite. But you and I both know that being hot means we’re what girls ought to be. Guys want us more. Girls want to be us. Why would they want to be us if we weren’t the shining examples of everything that’s right about bimbo babes? You should revel in your hotness, Kimberly.” Her hand caressed Kimberly’s face, and the teen felt her heart skip a beat. “Say it again,” Glory demanded.

“I love being pretty,” she said, “but . . .” she looked longingly at Glory’s ninety-nine out of a one-to-ten scale body, “ . . . you totally blow me away. I wish I was as hot as you.”

Glory’s eyes sparkled, as if she had been waiting for her to say this, as if she had been leading her down this path for their entire conversation. “What if you could be?”

Kimberly looked puzzled. “Like surgery?”

Glory giggled, and pressed one of Kimberly’s hands to her jiggling tits. Impossibly, they felt even better than they looked. Kimberly’s crotch moistened.

“Those feel fake?” She asked.

Kimberly shook her head. They felt like Heaven in flesh form.

“I’m offering you a chance to be more beautiful than you ever imagined. Sexier than every other girl in town, in the state, even. No more sickness. No more thinking ‘bout stuff you don’t like and don’t care about. All you’d have to do,” she drew herself away from Kimberly’s hands and grabbed a blue, satin collar from a pile of many on her shelf, “is wear this collar.” It dangled precariously off of one, slim finger.

“That’s it?” Kimberly asked, confused.

Glory nodded happily. “Mmmhmm.”

“But . . . don’t like, slaves wear collars, and stuff? I don’t think . . .”

The dazzling blonde was quickly back in front of Kimberly, her arms drawn around her neck, one hand stroking her hair, Glory’s huge chest crushed appealingly against Kimberly’s, her face, those lips, those beautiful, kissable sexy-yum lips right in front of Kimberly’s own quivering pair.

“Sunshine,” Glory cooed, “we’ve been over this. You’re a babe, and babes can’t think for anything. So whatever you were thinking couldn’t be right, could it? Not when you want this collar so terribly bad. Don’t you just love the way mine looks?”

Kimberly did, she realized that now. It was so sexy, wearing a collar. Glory’s own personal neck-decoration, so much more frivolous than a necklace. She nodded.

“Then you won’t mind if I put this on you?”

Lost in Glory’s bright-blue eyes, Kimberly shook her head, barely aware of what she was agreeing to.

“Good girl,” Glory said.

She brought her lips forward, kissing Kimberly hotly, their tongues doing the tango while her hands snapped the collar around the teen’s neck. Kimberly’s orgasm was the first of her life, and it lasted for what seemed like hours while she melted into Glory’s lips, moaning into her mouth, falling down onto the floor with the red-hot teacher where their clothes were quickly removed and they fucked like bunnies on the floor for the rest of the period.

When they were finished, Glory dressed the dazed, half-conscious Kimberly, leaving her bra on the carpet and slipping a pair of red, four-inch heeled platform sandals on her feet. Kimberly felt only a few seconds away from another orgasm, even a little bit of pressure on her pussy could set her off again, she knew. She giggled helplessly about the fact, and Glory giggled with her, taking her arm in hers and walking with her through the crowded hallway, every eye on the new lovers, and they kept giggling until they reached Glory’s expensive-looking bright-pink convertible.

Kimberly didn’t know why she was laughing so much, but it was just so much fun to do so, and so close to Glory, being pressed against her body, feeling so, so good nonstop, she saw no reason to quit. Her new shoes felt so wonderfully comfortable on her feet, she felt like she was walking on pillows. Sexy, fun pillows that gave a little jolt to her pussy every time her feet came down on the ground.

When she sat down in the car, she finally felt she should say something. “Um, are we like, skipping school?”

Glory smiled. “Of course! Hot babes like you and me get to do whatever they want during the day, and I,” she leaned in for a quick, wet kiss, making Kimberly’s heart jump, “want to spend the day with you at my place. I’ve got some great clothes for you to look at. Sound fun?”

Kimberly was positively beaming. “Totally!”

Her eyes fell to Glory’s legs, very much exposed now that her dress had slid back on the cool leather seats of her car. They were like beautiful, tanned roadways leading to the jackpot, the Mecca, the gloryland. Kimberly giggled, and was still so dazed that she did not even know it was Glory saying these things to her, barely felt her hand gently nudging the back of her head down to her pussy.

She licked obediently, marveling a bit at how good she was already, when she had only done it for the first time just a little bit ago. Her lust-ridden mind supposed it was because she was a babe, and babes were good at all kinds of sex, and she had always been a babe and that was why . . . was why . . . she had always been so good at licking pussies. Glory had been complementing her for years on it.

Glory’s long hair whipped in the wind behind her as she sped back to the house. It was just long enough for Kimberly to make her cum once, and get halfway to another. Kimberly gasped at the house when they stepped out. It was huge, the Victorian-style mansion that had been built on the rich, rich side of town for some old millionaire who died before it was finished. It was so expensive that no one felt they could buy it and make a profit off of it.

“Wow!” Kimberly said. “You can afford this?”

Glory giggled. “Well, I could once the realtor agreed to give it to me for free.”

Kimberly was agog. “How’d you do that?”

Glory smiled at her, stroking a cheek affectionately. “How do you think, silly?”

Kimberly blushed. “You can…just make a man do that?”

“Well, it was a girl, but whatever.” She laughed. “You could do it too, hottie. You just have to ask them right.”

Kimberly wanted to know more, but Glory silenced her with a kiss and took her inside. Glory took her on a tour of the house, which was only long enough for Kimberly to notice that everything, from the floors to the lamps to the mirrors everywhere to the plush, deep carpet that was in every room, was immaculately clean. The reason the tour lasted for such a short time was that the first place Glory showed her was one of the bedrooms upstairs, and then mentioned, off-handedly, that it hadn’t even been slept in yet, and needed breaking-in.

They stopped running their tongues over each others body’s just once, and only for as long as it took to change into some lacy lingerie, gold for Glory, blue for Kimberly, as well as a new pair of matching platform heels. Only the stockings managed to stay on the entire time. Kimberly came, and came, and came, and came again and again, each one better than the last, until finally she passed out in Glory’s arms, completely exhausted.

It was dark out when she woke, a glimpse at the clock told her that she had been sleeping for a good six hours. Glory was nowhere to be found. Kimberly got up, feeling incredibly energetic. She could run to Kansas and back feeling this peppy. She giggled, and then giggled again because she had been doing that so much lately. A mark of an empty mind, she decided. Babes like her got to giggle a lot, it was how men knew that the only thing in their heads were yummy images of cocks.

Hanging on the door to the room there was a bright blue mini-dress. Kimberly put it on eagerly, finding it fit her perfectly, the neckline practically a navel-line, showing her delectably tanned tits wonderfully, and the hem was high enough to show off a lot of uncovered skin before her matching stockings took over. Kimberly looked in the nearby mirror, and smiled broadly at the reflection. She was looking fine. Though she had been inside all day her skin was radiantly tan . . . how had that happened? Just as she began to consider it, Glory walked in, wearing a dress just like Kimberly’s but gold in color.

“Come on babe,” Glory said, “let’s go out to a club.”

The spotlight shone and Glory and Kimberly as soon as they stepped into Liquid, the hottest place in town, and did not leave them all night long. The two of them had been let right in by the doorman, his eyes as big as dinner plates as the two babes laughed at the hundred-plus people in line. Most of the eyes inside the club were focused on Glory, at first, but more and more drifted to Kimberly as the night went on, as if she was growing hotter and sexier the more fun she was having, the more men she was turning on.

She and Glory got free drinks all night long – in fact, neither of them even had to ask for one. Nobody seemed to care that it was a twenty-one and up club and Kimberly was only seventeen. Men kept slapping her ass, and she could only squeal delightedly when it happened. It just felt so hot, to be recognized, to be known, that they wanted to hit her ass because she looked so fucking good.

The two babes had the dance floor to themselves whenever they wanted to bump and grind, nobody wanted to miss out on a chance to watch their magical, mesmerizing moves. Kimberly didn’t get tired once. Any time fatigue even hinted at showing its ugly face, Glory was there, her scent, touch, sight reinvigorating to the point of bliss. It was contagious; everyone that was wasn’t watching was lost in the kiss of a stranger, everyone that was watching touched themselves at every opportunity. Glory’s hot strawberry scent spread and multiplied, never dissipating, growing thicker and thicker like an invisible fog, compelling all inside it to touch, lick, suck.

Kimberly thought she was doing well, dancing with two hot studs who she would have guaranteed wanted to bone her together. She didn’t give them a look or a touch that wasn’t accompanied by a giggle and a smile, in fact, the only time she wasn’t smiling was when they were rubbing against her, her hot, svelte bod hypnotizing them with its touch – then she wore her “hot” face, heavy eyelids, wet lips, looking like she wanted to be drilled against the bar. They had to know she was serious about fucking, that was important.

Then she saw Glory surrounded by two big, dark-haired, hunky men, and three hot babes: one brunette and two raven-haired beauties that looked like sisters – though it was hard to tell with all the kissing they were doing at Glory’s behest. Kimberly, even knowing Glory for . . . five years, was it? Even with that, she was surprised. The blond bombshell was a walking orgy waiting to happen. After a bit, she slipped away from them, leaving each of her thralls necking on the floor, handing out small, pink cards to onlookers. Kimberly wondered idly what that was about, but she was far too busy getting her tits fondled to worry about it right then.

Kimberly continued to watch, absent-mindedly, as Glory approached a bald-headed man in an expensive suit, near the corner. He was all smiles, though those quickly turned to gasps of astonishment as Glory came closer, and closer, and finally pressed up against him. Between sticking her tongue down the throats of her two studs, letting them know she had all kinds of oral skills, Kimberly watched as the man’s hands, guided by Glory, perused her vast collection of curves while the buxom blonde whispered into his ears. She saw the man shudder several times, nodding at each one, the stain on the front of his expensive suit getting bigger and bigger each time. Finally he signed some papers before Glory skipped away happily in her towering high-high heels handing the papers to a lovestruck bouncer and instructing him to put them in her car.

Glory’s lips were soft and wet when they touched Kimberly’s ear. “Come on, babe, let’s go back to my place and celebrate.”

Kimberly looked at her, first confused, then lust took over. “What do you mean?”

She giggled. It was hard to figure things out, so hard when Glory was around. So unneeded. Kimberly already felt herself not caring about the answer, so long as she could keep looking at Glory.

“Oh, I’m the new owner of this place. Cool, right?”

Glory giggled, and kissed Kimberly passionately, her body pulsing with the excitement of the acquisition, making Kimberly cum right there on the floor just from the heat of it. They went home, boys and girls in tow, and fooled around till dawn.