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He noticed my interest.“What's wrong, you never seen a dick before”? “Wwwwwell, um, eh, no, not really, wwwwwell not one like that”.“What do...you mean”? He teased me.“It's so bbbbbig and why has it got hair”?“That's just the way it is and you too will have hair on yours someday, It'll grow as well to maybe be bigger than mine”.“Yyyyyeah”?“Yeah and by then you'know all the fun you can have with it too”.“Ffffffun with your willy, hhhhhow can you have fun with your willy, It's just for weeing out. ’ ————— Jennifer awoke feeling somewhat dizzy. Her head felt thick, almost like a fog was covering her thoughts. Her body felt… swollen, strange. It was almost as if…. she couldn’t continue the thought. A frustrated horniness gripped her, like feeling like she had been about to climax but denied at the last second. ‘Jennifer, you need to wake up.’ She opened her eyes and looked over where the voice had been coming from. It was Mr Deering… her science teacher. She glanced around the room,. She lay me down and then gently straddled my face facing towards my feet. I felt her soft thighs on either side of my face as she lowered her wet pussy onto my waiting lips. Then she lowered her own face between my welcoming, wide-spread legs and sent me to heaven by lapping up the sex-juice that streamed from my open pussy. "'From this time on, it was always Samantha and I who were left in the shower after the others had gone. As soon as they were out the door, we would grab each other, mouth. Rose grazed one with her fingertip and, as she did this, Louise moaned slightly, while her nipple became erect. Rose then pinched the other one hard, watching it grown as she did so. Louise did this back to Rose, who was now panting hard. they lay their, squeezing, twisting each others nipples. Rose began flicking them between her fingertips, then, forgetting to just lick her fingers and rub Rose, she seized her left breast, massaging it in one hand, and began a vicious attack with her tongue,.

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