Special members of the previous year’s seniors were also invited back. There was a cocktail hour, the banquet dinner and an after-dinner fashion sho.... Each young woman wore her best and most elegant office wear, hoping the catch the eye of the corporate moguls in attendance. This was the graduating seniors’ opportunity to sparkle in a semi-public event. They were not allowed to display or tell their name. At their waists, a small placard stated her student number, her major, her GPA and her. ” Tim pushed his jeans and shorts down onto his thighs. Time slowed down, the anticipation created suspense. Then my eyes went wide at the site of his cock rising up in the air, the thick crown already crimson with the pressure he was under. With nothing to compare it against other than the guys in porn, I was impressed. “Do you want to touch it?” Tim asked, almost in trepidation. He worked his foot free from one leg of his jeans and briefs, giving him freedom to part his legs. His sack hung. No, not on the couch but in the spare bedroom. She was there the next day too. So, taking the wife to work the next day, I asked when she was going back to her granny's house. I got a shrug of the shoulders and told, she didn't know. I said, "I do, she has until Friday." Went on to explain that we were not going through the crap of having one of her k**s staying with us, causing problems in our stable relationship.When I got to work, I texted the daughter and told her that she had until Friday. “Dorin, please !” she whimpered, squirming. “This is for me, little one. I’ll please you if I see fit.” His purr was warm against her nipple as he switched his attention to the other, the sudden pinch of his fingers on the damp tip sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her sex. Her back arched under his touch, and the sensation of his mouth made her groan as one hand coursed down her body and cupped her. A finger slid easily inside, and her hips thrust forward. The heaving of her breath.