His chain of thoughts were broken suddenly by a voice, a voice singing, it was amazing Chris had never heard anything like it, it was truly beautiful ...nd astounding. Chris jumped to his feet and ran up the stairs towards the Hall, yep he could definitely hear someone singing and now he could here the piano. Closer and closer he got the louder the singing became, the piano music more distinct and now he could hear the sounds of students whooping and clapping.Finally he got there...the hall, he. Once I was certain he was ready for what I had planned next, I pulled away and turned to my friend. Perfect, I thought as I realized she was moments away from a full recovery. I could have waited for her to catch her breath, but I was too horny to even consider such a passive approach. Instead, I hurried over to her and kneeled above her. My legs now stood on either side of her head and all I had to do was lower myself onto her face. A surprised yelped escaped her when my labia made contact. When his mouth opened I pushed my cock in about halfway and snapped 3 quick photos that showed his face clearly with my cock in it. After about four or five strokes I pulled out. "I'm not gay either dickhead. Now, you get out of my house and if you ever breathe a word of what happened here I will send these photos to your parents and your friends so they can see that you are a little cocksucker.Now get out of here before I give you a good butt fuck" He jumped to his feet, grabbed his clothes. "After Debbie trailed off, Peter asked, "What are you thinking about?" I've got an idea, or at least the start of one. I want to work it all the way through before I explain it though. Why don't you head home, and I'll call you in the morning."The idea Debbie was considering was having Peter go to the storage unit with her to show him the pictures she had painted from doctored photos. She debated if it was a wise move. The painting of him ejaculating on the beach was no big deal. In fact, she.