Her fear of social interaction seeming to them to be arrogance, stuffiness perhaps. She thought she’d try the ski trip as a chance to get to know so...e of the people around the school. John was quiet when he settled in the seat breathing hard. ‘I’m late again, huh?’ Carol laughed. ‘Yeah, we were waiting for you.’ As if in proof of her statement the bus started with a rumble, the gears groaned in protest and the bus began to move. Carol was always at a loss in these situations, talking to. My cock went hard and I thought for a moment about picking them up to take a sniff, just before Lesley came bursting through the door. I held my bag in front of my throbbing cock, pretending to rummage through it and acting oblivious to the thong I had just seen. She quickly shoved her washing into the machine and apologised before leaving me to get changed. For the rest of the day all I could think of was Lesley in that purple lace thong, how her perfect round ass would look so good in it and. My two fingers now soaked in my juices, the body butter that still coats them has been rendered redundant. I keep my hand still and tilt my hips up slightly. Oh, yes… I feel my fingers move deeper inside me, delving deeper and deeper as I continue thrusting up against my hand. I bite down on my bottom lip, my breathing become shallow again as the primal rhythm of my hips thrusting triggers a form of pleasure deep inside me. I feel it radiate through me, glowing brighter as my hips thrust. I noticed a dripping wet pussy surrounded by a strip of trimmed pubic hair. She opened her pussy lips with her fingers and pushed a couple deep in. Her fingers came out glistening, and she put them in my mouth. It tasted wondrous and I couldn't resist licking her pussy for more. As I licked her she pushed herself hard against my face, letting out moans of pleasure. As I was tasting her she leaned forward and started wanting me off with her hand. She pulled away from me and gently dropped down.