I loved how it looked. I loved how she looked and the noises she was making and the fact that someone was right outside our stall and pissed off at us... I loved that her asshole was there and I was going to put my tongue in it. I did. She tasted musky and felt wonderful. Sasha screamed! She squirmed over me and I fingered her pussy while I sank my tongue deep into her little brown hole. “Seriously! You guys can’t do that! I’m going to get the RA! You guys can’t do that!” The girl yelled. I. “You probably never heard of them before, but SERT is the Canadian special forces. They are outside the standard chain of command and can’t be held accountable for their actions. We actually rent them out. It is one of the reasons why they are counted among the best special forces in the world. They have more experience than almost anybody else. Yesterday if the jocks got a hold of one of you, I wouldn’t have a way to get you back. Today, Cub, Graham or Capt Milligan can call in the SERT to get. She tried to guess whose hand it was. And she had to admit she neglected the older neighbour on her left for a while. Wasn't that a tiny, soft hand? It must be the teenage girl. Yes. Weren't those her soft curls that tickled her skin through the flimsy leather? Wasn't that her head moving up towards her crotch? Oh, God... how divine this was... She still felt the subsiding tremors of release slither down her limbs. Her eyes toured the grand oval of the table. Her skin seemed glued with sweat to. Your hard cock rubbing on my big ass... I whisper quietly: "Wake up, baby. Come on, wake up", at same time I slowly push backwards with my butt over and over again... You mumble something and kiss my neck... You squeeze me tighter against you and keep mumbling... I keep rocking my hips and slowly you start to stir awake... I rub your neck with one hand and with the other I gently run my fingers across your arm... Suddenly you squeeze my breast really tight and stop breathing... Your whole body.