Com with thename of the story in the subject.Depraved FunThere's a long line outside of my last period class and I find that I'mthe last guy to get th...re and wait anxiously for Ms. Baker to open thedoor to her room. A moment later the door swings open and I push the guyahead of me as I try to get into the room as quickly as possible and hopeto get a seat in the front. But typical as usual I end up in the back ofthe class with the few other girls that signed up for it as they sit intheir desks. The three of us squeezed into the Jaguar and I drove us a few miles to the restaurant. We got seats for their Sunday brunch. Our waiter about had his eyeteeth fall out ogling the two women. Tina even allowed a ‘nip slip’ as she was ordering; the waiter nearly creamed his pants. I treated the experience as nothing out of the ordinary.Tina sat where she could keep flashing me both her tits and her crotch as she crossed and uncrossed her long legs, or leaned forward. She was stacked, and frankly I. There were no katas, no formalized dances and niceties that other martial arts disciplines taught.Most scrums were over in seconds, ending when an opponent was on the floor, but this one continued until both opponents were gasping for breath, beginning to weave on their feet, exhausted.Sweat dripping from her eyes, Kat was having trouble drawing enough air into her lungs to feed her exhausted muscles. She was done in, and she knew it. If she didn't finish this now, Chief's greater experience. ..” She began to protest, but then her voice faded to a low moan and I realised his fingers must have found a very special place. My wife tensed, her fingers dug into his buttocks, her knees went weak momentarily and she leaned heavily against him, his hand still deep between her thighs, moving back and forth along the white silk. “Oh.. Oh Steve...” She moaned. “Please... We mustn’t... Not again... perhaps if... if I... do this for you...” She stood unsteadily and turned to face Steve again.