They each shuffled nervously."Now,you have been summoned heer to account for what happened at that house party.We are in the processes of hunting all ...hose who were present and bringing them to book for their wicked,irresponsible and down right rude ,behaviour.You three have come to our attention,do you have anything to say for yourselves?" Sr.Agnes said."Sorry?" Dean answered,this made the boys laugh."Well,Sr.Ethel here has a way of wiping those smirks off of your faces.I will let Sr.Ethel. And the argument was on. Even Paul thought it was a dumbidea to include "Casey at the Bat" as a subject for a poetry class."Paul," I answered quickly, and almost too harshly. "Think about it.What makes poetry?" Not that stuff," he said defensively.With that, I shamelessly dumped on him, telling him that any words thathad a sense of rhythm, that had feeling, that painted a picture and thatcaused listeners to react made for "poetry." I even accused him of beinga snob, right in front of the. All was cross dressers and she males. I soon saw a doors with names on the. One was the Bukkake room, were Kandi was. Another was called the pit, glory hole and gangbang delight. I didn’t want to enter none of those rooms as each room had its own noises coming out of them and was truly worried about being caught fucking as it would mean I am open season for everyone. I was about to walk away until I was grabbed on my Arm by a strange guy. “Hi I am Chris” He said “I’m Nikki, What’s up I said?”. " She whispered gasping as she came off of me. Her spit smeared across my member and her lips. Her free hand went to her sopping wet sex. The moisture showing through her now damp yoga pants. I zoomed on it with the camera while she rubbed herself. "My tongue is in heaven but my pussy is very VERY jealous!" She said with a horny wimper. "I think I need to let my pussy taste you for a bit." Nora pulled her yoga pants off, showing no underwear underneath. She layed on her back and pulled me onto.