Kathy found herself keeling before Principal Krok, unzipping his blue pinstriped pants and helping herself to a long draw on his man-log. She was soon...rewarded with a thick white stream of administrative spunk across the bridge of her nose.Tres chic! Kathy thought as she admired his cockwork in her compact mirror."Thanks, Principal Krok," she giggled as she licked him clean, "now my makeup's complete." My pleasure, Kathy," the principal patted her pretty head. "Always glad to help a young lady. "Yeah, she's sleeping pretty calmly right now. She's got a real tight body, thanks for leaving her there for me, I'm bound to enjoy it."More clatter as she was apparently getting up to look for Becky. She didn't speak for a few minutes while he could hear her panic as she searched. With her voice sounding flustered she finally responded, "You didn't?" Oh I did. I'm watching her sleep right now," Trip told her, the maliciousness in his voice more than apparent."Fuck me," he heard Dorothy respond. "Today really sucked. "That fucking Mother Superior has been on my case like shit through a goose."Jennie a young woman in her early twenties had it bad for Mike a man closer to fifty, she was attractive and knew that she could have any man or woman for that matter with the snap of her fingers. She let her red hair grow out because Mike had asked her to do so and she wore her shirts tight just to please him and as always showed plenty of cleavage. "You know honey, you could just fuck her, it. Ladies were joking hard and teasing Sana. Asif’s mom said, “Sana, I am telling you. We want healthy babies as early as possible.” My mom said, “But babies will be Hindu or Muslim?”“Don’t make my daughter cry damadji,” said Sana’s mom. I was surprised by such words by my family women. I assumed them very religious and innocent. “Sasuma, she will cry in pleasure,” Navin promised. Everybody laughed and ladies shied and went out. “Rehana, your jamairaja is so naughty….” (Rehana is Sana di’s mom)..