"When she finished that last sentence, she turned around and stepped to the desk, grabbing her book-bag. It felt great to not have her finger shoved i...to my vagina. She then began walking too quickly to the door. I jumped off the table and rolled my skirt back down. She was to the door, so I didn't have time to fix my bra and shirt. I turned around just as I heard the door open. I tried to act calmly as I listened for it to shut. I desperately wanted to fix my shirt, but I couldn't allow. But I couldn't think about that now. Her white bikini was becoming too much to bear. I realized I'd never seen her in so little clothing. She seemed so relaxed, so different than her usual busy self. Her trip must have gone well. Her sexy, muscular thighs separated as she settled into the chair, and suddenly imagined my face between them, kissing her through her bikini bottoms, dragging my eager, hot tongue across the white fabric covering her labia...was she wet like me? "Oh, um, yes, I. A small drop of precum leaked from the tip. Alana used the precum and a little of her spit as a lube. She began slowly pumping a hand up and down my dick, gradually increasing the speed. With each thrust, she rotated her hand a bit. The combined sensations, along with Nickole and Alicia’s lesbo session, were almost too much. I couldn’t help myself. I came all over Alana’s face and hands. She wiped away the semen and rubbed it on to her tits. My dick didn’t soften. I stayed just as hard as I had. Her blouse was outside her skirt and only half its buttons were fastened. As she leaned against the doorway, she looked like an actress in a Tennessee Williams play. She motioned me to her and put her hands on my face and asked for a kiss. My hands found the softness of her fleshy upper arms and we kissed. I noticed too that she had removed her bra. “Unbutton those buttons, there is something inside for you,” she said. I slowly did as I was asked and opened up her blouse to reveal her.