"I go on the internet and look at people having sex and read stuff a lot." "Yeah, me too," she says, grinning at me. "Sometimes I want to do something...so bad that I hurt. Do you ever masturbate?" "Uh, yeah," is all I can manage to say. "Me too," she says. "I have to do something or I think I'll burst. How do you masturbate?" "Well, uh, a lot like what you've been doing to me. I hold it and move back and forth on it. Maybe hold it a little tighter than you are and move a little faster but what. She gasped in pleasure. His face was down between her thighs while he brought his cock to her waiting lips. She took his huge meat in her mouth just as she felt him begin to suck richly on her cunt. His tongue lapped roughly at her clit, sending sparks of throbbing passion down along her thighs and up through her pussy.She sucked the head of his prick while her hands grabbed his balls. The brunette rolled slowly about, her body pulsing in growing ecstasy. Damn him! He was a stupid, arrogant son. I wanted to see how far I can push this charade.I stood near him, my throbbing, precum leaking cock touching his cock, wet from Sunita’s pussy juice. I said, “These dresses are really comfortable as it is very hot.” Sunita kept watching our cocks touching and throbbing, and him being quite confused as what to do next.He knew that I should have seen him fucking my wife. But my dress and Sunita’s blatant display of tits, yet her silence on it was sending him mixed signals. I now started to tell. ‘Why don’t you excuse yourself Doug and get some paper towels? I’m sure this young lady would be happier without you around right now.’ The principal was angry, Coach Howell was NOT a nice man, there was no way he was helping the vixen in their midst. Without a word he excused himself, if the Coach was going to play this game then he would let him, at least then things wouldn’t be blown out of proportion. Miss Praved could feel her sticky skin drying, could finally peek out from under her.