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They come to your house, $150 for the half, $250 for the hour.  Brittany and Paige.  Real original, but nobody cares about the names.  It’s the uniforms they’re after.  It’s the pleated grey schoolgirl skirts and white cotton panties, pristine as fresh laundry in the sun.

Brittany wears a genuine Catholic School shirt, complete with authentic academic badge.  None of the buttons are done up, and the tails are tied tight beneath obviously braless tits.  You can already see puffy pink nipples hardening into stiff buds.

Paige is dressed in one of those Japanese sailor-girl tops, flaps grey like her skirt.  You know she’s got to be the naughtier of the two because she’s wearing white thigh-highs with garters amply visible beneath the hem of her skirt.  The stockings are rimmed with lace.

They come to your house and play just for you—play with you if you want, but it’s almost better just to watch.  They kiss.  You can see their tongues mingling, so you know it’s real.  They fondle each other’s tits, Brittany lifting Paige’s top over her head and letting it fall to the floor.

Paige whacks Brittany’s thighs with an old-school wooden ruler, pulls down her panties and slaps her ass.  What’s pinker, her tender cheeks or those drooling pussy lips that soon get their turn under the tongue?  Paige has a tongue stud.  See?  Definitely the naughtier of the two.

$150 later, you’re floating on a cloud of bliss and they’re packing up to go.  Paige asks to use the bathroom and you’re so relieved you cleaned it this morning.  Dirty girls though they may be, you make sure to treat them like queens.