I climaxed over and over. Soon, I felt his magnificent cock engorge with blood as he readied for climax. "Here it comes, baby," he shouted. He began t... stroke harder and harder. He punished my pussy with his strokes. I fought back and met his pace. My pussy gripped his dick. He came with a shudder. I was so drenched. He finally stopped stroking and his prick began to soften. When he pulled it out, there was a loud pussy fart. We all laughed and laughed. His juices began dripping from me.Anita. It’s what you’ve wanted to see, isn’t it? Like it, do you? Turn you on looking at my cunt, does it?”Her fingers moved, her labia creasing under her touch, shape-shifting. The others giggled as one of Metal Girl’s fingers disappeared.“Now look here,” Professor Evans said. “This isn’t right.”“No?” the girl said. “Well nor is the way you look at us, like you want to feel us up.” As she spoke, she added a second finger to the first, arching her body and more or less thrusting her naked,. I mean she was nice and we talked for a while and all but I got no indication that she was going to bang me. I drove home feeling a little bummed and decided that I should stick to girls my own age. Next day I was driving and I passed by Mrs. Conner's house. She was my history teacher. She was in her front yard doing some yard work so I stopped to say hi. She was always nice to me in school. Mrs. Conner, Gayle, seemed really happy happy to see me and she invited me in and made us a quick lite. After more than two hours of "lectures", any thoughts of climbing the mountain was totally gone.So when they invited me to stay for lunch, I accepted without thinking twice.I had packed my own lunch, but they insisted I join them for a French speciality, "baguette","foie d'oie" and champagne; no match for my dry sandwiches! They put plastic plates and cutleryon the table and even had plastic wine glasses for the beverage. Except for the cold outside,and the rather spartan environment, we could.