Remember Mrs. K. from Spanish? She's retired now, but she was there. Then I saw your wife's note in last month's alumni magazine and I knew where you ...ere and I decided to write."Dear god, what is it about high school girlfriends, anyway? There was something authentic, something real there, I knew it. The squirrels in my stomach told me so. It was like walking up to the girl's door on the night of the prom and knowing you're going to have to talk to her father before you can get your hands on. . what was she going to do. She was a frigid, uptight bitch and she knew it.I knew from experience though that once I could crack the ice I'd have one hell of a tigress on my hands. I sensed her desire for blood and I had it. I would tear her apart, the cunt, once inside of her, if only I could get near enough to kindle the flame. Damn it, I was so frustrated I wanted to tear off her bikini right at the poolside, fuck everyone around. I wanted my cock deep inside that tantalizing pussy of hers. They did their own make-up – cheap and trampy, smudged blacks and enticingly over-the-top reds – which meant that there was just the three of them in the hotel room that morning. Eve chose a set in dark blue silk with exquisite black lace, while Sabrina’s lingerie was white PVC with white lace. Eve’s stockings attached to a suspender belt, Sabrina’s were fishnet hold-ups. They started with tame shots, the girls with their backs to the wall, staring out of the window, looking bored and. It smelled so good that I buried my face in her ass again and sniffed!!. She gave out a sexual hmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!...I started stroking my penis and while sniffing her asshole and blew a good load with a grunt and inhaling the scent of her asshole. She stayed bent all the way and was enjoying the moment. I knelt on the floor and lifted her sari and parted her bum cheeks and stuck my nose deep in her exposed asshole and sniffed away and started stroking my cock until I jerked off again and she was.