~~~ Week 8 - T-32 ~~~

Midway through the week, I fucked Meghan into a coma and felt super thirsty. I snuck down the hall to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. I was just passing April's bedroom when I heard her moan. I ventured closer and pressed my head against the wall to listen to the sounds of her masturbating. I closed my eyes and imagined what she would look like as she thrust her fingers into her twat, pleasuring herself.

I felt a warm body press against my back. Meghan. Her left hand went over my mouth and her right went down my boxer-briefs. My forehead...