We can’t remember what her actual name is. But even if we could remember, we can’t call her anything except Mistress no matter how hard we try. Sh... likes to play with our minds. Make us forget things… make us do things.’ Her pace was picking up now, stroking faster, every stroke included her rubbing her palm over the tip of his penis. He began moaning as he felt yet another orgasm building. ‘Do things?’ He asked, his breathing speeding up, his hips bucked to meet each stroke of her hand, trying. There was something about her that made Joan want to indulge in wild, orgiastic games, to touch her, to feel her, to kiss her body, to ... lick her pretty cunt.As if understanding Joan’s thoughts, the girl stood up and, holding her white skirt to her waist, began to come toward Joan. Joan’s eyes were riveted upon the thick hair of the girl’s cunt, on those long, slender thighs. Joan scooted her ass over the edge of her plastic chair, her legs as wide as possible. Her hips moved up and down as. . Ahhhhhh. So good; don’t stop. I sealed her lips with my lips to avoid her moans from going outside. After 15mins of finger fucking her she was all ready. She told me to lie down on bed and removed her g string panties. She came and sat on my dick. She said she is taking a dick after 2 years so her pussy is quite tight which actually was but slowly it went inside and she started moving up and down and looking at me with those lustful eyes and started talking dirty.Ohhh. Yes. Fuck me. It feels. By 5:30pm everyone had arrived — Joyce and Terry, Larry, Mary, Elyse, Susie and Johnny, Kathy, Pete and Melanie, and Marty and Tracey. Of course, Stephanie, Ed, and Bethany were already there. Pete and Terry manned the grill, and Bethany and Stephanie set out all the fixings and chips and made sure everyone had a soft drink. It took quite some time to satisfy the appetite of all the hungry teenagers before Pete and Terry could finally put the tongs and spatulas down and join the party.Everyone.