Based on "Poem on the Underground Wall" by Paul SimonRoommates all have gone out shoppingFantasies, they know no stoppingEagerly in stocking feetI pad into her sacred keep One Solitary PurposeFaces on her wall accusingGuts conflicting and confusingYet I find the strength to tamperWith the contents of her hamper I Pull Out Worn PantiesI'd caught a glimpse once long, agoStanding behind, she bent down lowA cotton, flowered fashion showEmbroidered. . oh... yeeeesss, you... know... how... oooooh... soooo... tender... soooo... goooood!" She pulled Carmella's mouth up to hers and kissed her hard. I could see their tongues working in each other's mouths again. I was completely forgotten, sitting there with a raging hard-on.As they kissed Carmella continued her finger-in-pussy action, making Carla squirm. Carla started caressing Carmella's thighs across the nylon and up to the bare skin above her stocking tops. Her other hand pinched. We had really over-ordered the night before. We warmed it all in the microwave and demolished it.Gemma caught us. She was with the girl who had taken the Ed Sheeran painting. That girl was called Rachel. I began to suspect that Rachel’s bomb defusing last night was social smarts and not obliviousness. Rachel and Gemma sat down beside us on the small dining table in the kitchen and started eating their own meals – Gemma an impressively healthy salad she’d prepared and Rachel a cup-a-soup. Zoe.Read More
