I imagined her shaven pussy over my mouth. I imagined her ordering me to fuck her with my tongue. I was wet not even an hour after her arrival. I knew...it’d be a challenge to make it threw the day, but I did (with tons of breaks to the bathroom to help calm my aching pussy). When it was time to go home I was packing up my stuff from the locker room in the back when Becca walked in. She smiled at me and said ‘Hey Car.’ I smiled back shyly with my head bent low, looking at the floor. My face. "Well I guess now we know why he hasn't made any excuse to come get some cunt juice from us," Katrina whispered to Lana with a smile."Ms. Patricia Clark here is Director of the Performing and Cultural Arts department, everyone has a talent, and she will help you find yours. Peter Jackson here," she said indicating a guy that looked like a lifeguard, "is your swimming instructor and Ruben Jeffries is the boating instructor and this last young man," she said smiling at a young powerfully built. ‘I was only joking,’ she said humorously. ‘I never intended to put any dents in your male pride. Although you could need to come down a peg or two,’ she grinned as she put her arms around him and dragged him down on top of her. Just as suddenly every thought of food had left her brain. All that mattered was the thought of urgency — of taking advantage of this male adversary when she still had the chance. Her body was screaming to be filled by him again and again, until she would feel sated and. “I don’t know,” I said. “Right now I just want to take a nap.”She looked miffed. “You don’t want to see these again?” She cupped her breasts.I looked at her. “You know very well how much I want to see them again,” I said. “I just don’t want to O-D.”She laughed. “Okay, sport. Maybe later. You might have to beg me, though.”I looked her dead in the eye. “I know how much you want to show them to me again,” I said.She blinked. Her eyes got wary.“You really are growing up ... you know that?”“You have.