"Okay Ann! Thanks for the... heads up!" I said, blaring out the last words uncontrollably. I could feel your body jiggle with laughter at my predicame...t as you continued to blow me. Ann took on a concerned look. "Are you sure you're okay, Jeff? Your face looks flushed." "No, no problem," I answered with a shaky voice. "I just have a frog in her throa... I, I mean a frog in my throat." Well, okay," she replied, her face twisted in confusion. "See you tomorrow." "Okay, See you," I said, trying to. And no mincing around either. Fair?" It was always better to establish the rules of engagement with Jean. More often, she was willing to give a little before the fact. Before she became embarrassed and dug in, I wanted her tacit agreement that if I were to tell her "all about boys," I wanted reciprocity. I'd been pulling her in this direction for weeks and she was ever less reticent to 'fess up."Well... okay, but don't get too dirty again, will you... promise?" Heck no. I don't promise. Arianna stepped over me and squatted down over my face, her cunt drenched with juices I had never tasted but soon would revel in. Her scent was different from Brandy’s, she must use a much different soap to wash with, but the smell was intoxicating none the less as my lips closed over her labia and probed her flower with my tongue. Brandy too had moved, I felt her weight at my hips as she too squatted over me guiding my hard shaft to her opening dripping with her own cum already. She was not as. Susan slowly pulled the girl’s panties down to her knees. “There, there,” she cooed, pretending to soothe her victim, who was becoming increasingly agitated. “What are you complaining about? You’ve got the easy job,” she said. “All you have to do is sit there, get fucked, and die. I’m the one doing all the work.”She wanted to get those panties off, but because Katie’s legs were spread, she couldn’t get them past her knees. Fortunately, she had come prepared. Using a pair of scissors, she cut.