Next I told her to hold out her hands and keep her mouth open. The guys at her sides knew what to do, as each unzipped their pants and put their cocks...in the waiting hand near them. I told her she was a slut and to please these cocks or else. I told her all the guys present at this party were guys she had rejected and now she was not only going to serve her body to them but they were going to punish her for the way she had treated them. Then I told her a couple of their girlfriends had come. Whyshould he? After what she did to him that night he knew that he couldnever forgive her. He returned to his homework and tried to concentrate onlearning something but the phone lay there, ready to be used and reply totexts at any time. He put a sheet over his phone to cover the temptation.He lost his muse for studying and began to think about something else. Andthat something else was the tennis uniform.The short skirt, the pleats, the shin hugging cotton socks, thecomfortable shoes, the soft. ” “Oh, and you think I may have skipped wearing panties today?” “Yep, guys always wonder, and in your case, there appears to be something trying to eat your jeans from the inside, which might be caused by the lack of panties.” Oh, she said as she turned around and sat down in front of him with her feet planted on the top of the box and her legs spread. “Now, do you still see something trying to eat my jeans from this vantage point?” “Oh yeah,” he said staring right at her crotch. “I think. Kissing her way up the top of my breast to my neck, the palm of her hand presses against my pussy. Kissing my chin, Darla moves to my full lips. Moaning in her mouth as we kiss, she brings her nectar covered fingers to our mouths. We lick her fingers clean, sharing my sweetness in a kiss.When I recover, I sit back in my seat and Darla watches my breasts rise up and down with each breath. My pert nipples are prominently on display.Both Darla and I straighten ourselves out just in time to see the.