”“Yes, that would be best. I’m sure he won’t mind, and he can always use my bottom hole or mouth if he would eschew the condom.”We had three...more fucks that night, all in cunt. Lydia was swimming in my sperm by the time we dozed off. When Emily came to wake us, she said, “Oh, you two positively reek of fucking. And look at your pussy, Mother. It is dripping with John’s cum!”Lydia spread her legs wide, and said, “John is trying to fuck a baby sister for you into my belly. But I don’t think our. He still had his rugby players body from his playing days, whereas Michael who I was marrying today, now had a darts players body, which was fine to be honest. I loved him so much and wanted to be with him forever and have his k**s blah blah blah.But Paul, or Donkey as I now called him in my head. He was my guilty pleasure. Half the time when I shagged Michael I thought of Paul. Mostly I imagined it was Paul putting his big cock inside me instead of Michael's six inches. Sometimes I even. Forcing the bile that threatened to creep upwards from my stomach back down, I looked at Marjorie standing next to me. She was probably equally scared and unsure. She looked back at me and nodded, "Let's get this over with."Together we walked into the building and as soon as the first students saw us, the comments started.A boy with pimples said to his friend, "Phiew, it starting to stink in here. Oh I see it, the skunk has returned, with a friend this time."Someone else, whom I couldn't see,. Angie was surprised that Sara chose that area on her first, but it felt so good, she went with it. Sara tasted not just sweetness, but also desire inside Angie’s pink velvet. She slowly circled inside Angie’s wet box like she was a pro. Sara was just doing what she thought would feel good to her. She tried to emulate the feeling Angie’s finger gave her inside earlier. She must have been doing it right because Angie moaned like finishing a good meal. Angie was in awe as Sara wiggled her tongue.