Tears were flowing from her eyes. It must have been an overwhelming experience for her. Eventually, after she got used to it, she started fucking my...face. At one point, she dropped her voice an octave..."Suck it. Suck my cock. Be my bitch." She was trying to be a man, but failed as her voice had never changed. Even cracking at that fake tenor octave, she still sounded like a sweet little girl. I almost laughed with a full mouth of penis. She could see the humor and started giggling too. I held them up to my face and kissed the inside where her pussy had touched, imagining it was her soft, smooth labia touching my lips. My tongue stole out for a tiny taste, and I almost swooned when the sweet/acrid taste of her girlish musk fizzed across my tongue like an electric spark.Hearing her hurry up the stairs, I made sure I hadn’t left any saliva on her panties and put them back on the floor where I’d found them. As I turned to fumble with the books, Penny burst in, giggling with. They both agreedand Kimberly said, "Do you want to go get some?" "Like this?" I asked jokingly. "You could probably get it for nothing if you went like that," Christiesaid. "Or I could go to jail," I rejoined. "Or we could make our own," Kimberly said. I looked at her a littlepuzzled. "That's right," we could jerk off into the cream pitcher. Sheassured me that they did that quite often."I have a better idea," Christie said. "We could blow each other and spitit into the creamer." "Good idea,". It did stir and when it enlarged to its rather average size she rolled on her back and presented her pussy for its insertion.Fortunately, she was quite wet so he slipped in easily and began his pumping. Foreplay wasn’t on his list of skills either. Faking signs of arousal at first, she did get some real pleasure as she thought about that afternoon. Having a part-time job gave her flexibility to pursue personal interests. The most important two of those sported good-sized and good-working.