"Lowell, I want you to take Carver's ass while he ramrods Sally. Make it a nice, sweaty, nasty train," I felt my dick harden at the idea, naturally.Me...nwhile, Martin exploded in Mark's asshole, just seconds before Mark came in Shannon's twat, and then she came for good measure, moaning in excitement at the feeling of that spunk in her pussy. The camera's zoom was not too focused on the other threesome to catch this action, but now I honed in on Lowell, Carver, and Sally ... well, once I caught. "Ok, so its a camisole! It is still nothing like men's underwear. How do you explain yourself, boss?" Bob, ashamed at his predicament, looked at the floor and explained that his wife, Karen, had made him wear the women's underwear. Carol was not willing to let him off the hook yet, she wanted to know if she had been right about the rest of Bob's underwear. "So if you are wearing a women's camisole under your shirt, I guess you are probably wearing panties under your slacks. In fact, I'm. “I’m glad that you two stopped here,” Peter said, putting a glass to an optic and topping it up for himself. “I’ve had a few words with Penny, and, due to our commitment to do our best by you all, have,” he took a sip from his glass, “decided that if you agree, we would help you two out this afternoon in the classroom. Now talk it over and give me your answer before we go into lunch.” He then moved away to leave us to talk this over. I took a large slug of my beer. Ann sipped hers and leaned on. Probing me for details, I admitted to pleasuring myself frequently day and night to her mental image, and I was startled at her reaction. SLAP! From the force of the blow I knew Ambers' handprint was emblazoned across my cheek and I started to stagger backwards only to be pulled up short by her fist grabbing the front of my shirt. "How dare you! That is an insult to my spiritual energy, and I thought you really cared for me, oh boo-hoo-hoo!" Amber exclaimed as she began sobbing, and I felt.