The friction was perfect to build up pleasure, but not too fast. When I thought the two minutes were up, I pulled out.“Oh poo! Do you think you can ...o it some more? If not, just tell me.”“Yeah, I can.”I re-entered and we worked up a good, slow rhythm. Another two minutes or so and I felt a slight urge. I pulled out and told her that was it. She grabbed the rubber and ripped open the package. As she unrolled it over my dick, there was a noise upstairs.“Oh my God! My parents. Shit. Get dressed.”I. I curtsey. "Twirl, dear, let the nice reporters seeyour pretty creation." I immediately spin."Very darling," exclaims one of the reporters."Her sissy friends Posey, Ruby and Vy from her class begged for permissionto repair the dress and our excellent teacher Mrs. Arsenijevic supervisedthe work."I immediately thank them profusely. My 'team' takes off my current outfitand hands me multiple petticoats. After I 'layer up', the dress isdropped over me and, the gurls lace me in from behind.'You. Stiu doar ca Sandra si-a desfacut parul si a m-a sarutat fara oprire. Ne obisnuiam una cu celalalta si lasam valul sa ne duca departe.Instinctiv, m-am trezit cu mainile pipaindu-i sanii. I-a placut si ei, fiindca nu mi-a zis nimic; m-a lasat sa merg mai departe. Am dezbracat-o de tricoul mulat si sutienul negru. Ne atingeam nebuneste si amandoua vroiam mai mult, mai ales eu. Eram fermecata de parfumul dulceag al Sandrei, care imi dicta unde si cum s-o ating. Fata s-a urcat deasupra mea si si-a. She stood there in her dressing gown and as usual showing off her tits, fuck me I was stuck between a rock and a hard place, my eyes were fixed on her tits and my hand was still rhythmically stroking my hard cock, all thoughts of tearing my frenulum totally gone out of my mind. She stood and looking at me, and to my surprise opened her dressing gown and exposed her pussy, Jesus I'd never seen one before, she slowly reached for her tit and began to play with her nipple, my rhythmic movements.