He rose in my soapy grip until the curve extended like a horn above the cut of the hole. He couldn’t have walked backwards without bending at the kn...e. I rinsed him and studied his pretty cock. I began by sucking his retreating balls. He was so different to Philippe. His low hangers were a whole area of unique pleasure in themselves. Toms tight young sack was for kissing and licking and I made sure I explored as far behind as I could reach. At some point I wanted to explore his bum as well. But. She was always left wanting so much more.The rules were quite clear. Anne could have sex with anybody she wanted. She must bring them home and let him watch her so he could be aroused and clean her up when they were done. Anne did not like those rules because then the person she was having sex with would know how small her husband was. She was embarrassed by Jacob’s penis. She was not interested in having her husband watching her. She was mortified that his cock was so small. She would. Lunch time rolls around and I see the new girl Wendy entering the girls lockerroom. I sneak in and see her straddling a bench finger banging herself like I ask her to. She's so hot. Italian, olive skinned, athletic legs. I get down on my knees and she feeds me her juicy box. I spend a couple minutes licking her cunt and then eat a couple of bites from my sack lunch. She's the perfect appetizer. I could eat her through five more orgasms if we had time but I've got to starf down the rest. Ohhh…his tongue! She could feel it slithering in and out between her legs, dampening the crotch of her panties (or were they already wet?), then pausing to press against her in a way that made her close her eyes and begin to pant. Her glasses slid down her nose but she couldn’t spare a hand to adjust them—it was taking all her strength just to remain standing… So there was little she could do when she felt her panties being slowly lowered…then allowed to fall in a heap around her ankles… …When.