The cracks had been sealed, papered over, once Sofia became Olga again. Anna consumed Ben's predatory instincts replacing them with those of a young teen. Heather however was confused and when confronted by Olga she gave a tear-filled confession to Olga. Olga solution was a shocking one but by the time she had finished Heather had come around.
Anna was dressed in a pink top that squeezed her breasts together, she wore denim shorts that exposed her legs and a simple belt. Her hand bag hung off one shoulder. Heather came out of the lockers topless but wearing shorts like Anna's.
"How are you?" she asked.
"Fine and you?" Anna sounded perfectly innocent.
Heather came over to her and kissed her on the lips, their breasts pushing against each other.
"What the hell?" Anna gasped.
Heather kissed her with a force innocent Anna was prepared for, she ran her hands up under her top and tweaked her nipples. Anna cursed in Russian as Heather pushed her against the wall.
"Someone might see us..." trailed off Anna.
"Makes it more fun..." Heather insisted.
She unbuckled Anna's shorts and exposed her pink panties. Working her body, as Olga had explained, Heather kept Anna's vision blurred as she played her main weapon, a strap on dildo. She plunged it into Anna's hairless pussy she gasped and hugged Heather as her hymen was burst. Slow thrusts designed to make pleasure turn into pain and back again.
Anna's mind was overwhelmed as her hips started to buck and grind against Heather's. Their tits pressed together Heather could control the thrusts as she wouldn't cum like a man. Anna threw her head back and started screaming in orgasm.
"Bozhe moi!" she squealed as she defaulted to Russian, her first language.
Heather worked a small pump that sent a small tickle of semen into Anna's exposed vagina...