She searched through textbook upon textbook about its possible origins, but nothing came up, absolutely nothing was even remotely close to its style o... craftmanship. Searching desperately for even a hint from where it came from, she looked through the box, scattering the straw along her usualy pristine carpets, but finding nothing. It was only when looking through the wrappings that the box came in did she find a letter. It was a neat envelope, with nothing written on the outside, and sealed. Icould feel his hard cock at the entrance of my asshole so I pushed backto build up pressure and with all my force pushed back as hard as Icould. His cock slid all the way in to the base and I screamed in a highpitch squeal. My ass was burning like I had just sat on a red hot rod. Iwas panting rapidly not able to catch my breath. Then he hollered "Pullit out". I leaned forward until his cock was out of me. God it hurt justas bad going out as it did going in. Jack ordered me to do it again.. Ann was really turned on, lifting her hips off the desk in her eagerness. She reached down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it higher, exposing herself to the younger woman. Jo stared with delight; even in the dimly lit office she could see the dark, damp patch in the crotch of Ann’s panties. She bent at the waist, inhaling for the first time the musky scent of another woman’s wet pussy, feeling her own sex respond to the pheromones in the air.She reached up under Ann’s skirt with her other. ”The coaches stayed a little longer and then went home to their families. Coach Bryson kept his promise about talking to Jennifer’s parents. When they showed up just after dinner Kevin thought it must have been some talk. Jennifer’s Mom asked, “Kevin, how are you doing?”“I’m not in any physical pain at the moment, but my emotional pain is almost unbearable.”Mr Thompson responded, “And I’m sorry we weren’t there for you. We lost our little girl, and you were the easiest person to blame. We never.