She was a looker, just as Mila had said, and we connected from the start."Please call me, Vicky. Okay Cousin?" Fine, if you call me Dalton."She knew o... a late night jazz club where we danced, drank martinis, danced and drank some more.She followed me back to my hotel room. Vicky was a girl of easy virtue. Oh how she loved to suck cock, and how I loved eating pussy. If that was all we did, the night would have been a success. But wait, there's more!We fucked like rabbits. I began by easing. On arrival he found the Principal behind his huge desk alongside him was the Lady Victoria and in front of them both, stood one of the tutors, Gwendolyn Grey. She was clutching a book in front of her and had obviously been crying and in some distress. An educated young lady of around twenty-two from a middle class family she stood erect with shoulders back. She wore a reasonably expensive dark green dress with a full skirt, her bottom accentuated by a small 'bustle', the fashion of the day. A. I moaned louader the contrast of white skin disappearing into brown made my balls tighten.Faster. She bobbed. Her perky tits slapping against my thighs. Spit running down my shaft. I felt my head smack against the shower door."Not so fast Curtus." she was free again slapping my cock against her face with one hand. The other squeezing one ball and rotating it. Tugging my sack. Then switching. And slapping both hard. "You're a naughty boy Curtis Patrick. I'm not going to let you come that. I felt terrible when you wanted more early this morning and I couldn't deliver. Forgive me?" Huh? Uh, sure. Oh shit-t-t." Sandy buried her face in the blanket."You guys awake?" came Bob's voice. "I hope you're still not mad, Sandy. I know I shouldn't have tried so hard to pull you away from Stan, but I thought you might have second thoughts this morning. After all, I couldn't fight Jan off and at the same time keep you from hitting on Stan." Sandy didn't know whether to cry, throw a tantrum,.