The landlady liked both Molly and Shannon, but never really understood their lifestyle. Her husband called them 'fucking dykes' and would laugh Hardcore at his own joke. She thought they were babe nice ladies who'd had bad experiences with men. A woman couldn't love another woman the same way a woman could love a man. It wasn't possible. It wasn't natural. The landlady found them lying together in their bed atop the asian sheets. Molly was arranged peacefully, dressed in her very best black suite-with a few conspicuous stains-and Shannon lay beside her, wearing nothing but a contented smile. The two were holding hands. A woman can't love a woman the way a woman loves a man. It may be different, but its still love. And it was more powerful than life or death. WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you rough reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2019 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. When six college girls room together, certain personality types become apparent. There is always the alpha female– or at least one girl who thinks she needs to be in charge of the rest. Dianne is the one Fucking whose name is primary on the lease. Everyone else is a flatmate. In addition, she has everyone’s classes and activities on her calendar. And she keeps adding group activities for all six of us... or at least for the five of them. She is assisted in planning everyone’s life by Shelly, the activities director. Shelly knows everything that is going on in town or on campus and knows what each of us... or all of us... would really like. There isn’t a club in a hundred miles that she doesn’t have complete information on. There is the ever-faithful follower... in this case, twin followers, Mary and Marcy. The twins are like a double shadow wherever Dianne goes on campus. It is like they draw power from her, and she draws power from them. Or at least she seems to have power over them. Every group needs a class clown. We all followed him into a classroom type setting where babe the learning would begin. She went back to his lips and gave him a hungry, Hardcore passionate kiss, letting her arms wrap around his neck. Beth cried quietly as it seemed rough that her life was totally out of control. “Yep.” As his worries began to set Fucking in, a surprise visitor jumped onto the bed with him. Dumbledore told me all about them before he died." What are you to me...??? “I’m so sorry…” Maxi put pizzas on order while asian I went to see a neighborhood source for some weed. The smell of her pussy was exciting me just as much.