After a couple of minutes of his fingering me he said to follow him to the bathroom. He said to get in the tub on my knees. He filled the red bag and ...ushed the hose back in. He said to take a deep breath. As I did, he pushed the end of the hose in me a few inches. He hung the bag on the shower head. Holding it in place, he opened the clip on the hose, and I felt the warmth of the water fill me. Soon I felt it filling my gut and it was starting to hurt. My stomach felt like I ate to much. I. She moaned out in pleasure as my tongue flew rapidly over her puckered asshole and her juicy cunt.“Ah! Please Eric!” Sandra begged me. “It feels too good!” she managed to say between her uncontrollable moans.I felt her humping and pushing her crotch up into my face, with her cunt juices smearing all over my mouth and chin as I tongue-fucked her. Suddenly I felt an additional wave of juices spraying against my face as Sandra reached orgasm.“Wow!” I said amazed. “You can. “C'mon, Ms. Larson.”I think back to my time at Wells Academy, and the student I fucked in my office. He bent me over the desk, had his way with my pussy, then pushed me to my knees and drained his cock on my face. It was the best sex of my life, but when I mentioned that we probably shouldn't do it again, he told on me.I'm here at the new school to create a new identity, a confident woman who isn't so impulsive and doesn't give herself up so easily, but I also know that if these boys try. Wow! Last June! And Sally spent all this time masturbating.Sure, she liked to masturbate. Yes, she was shy, but come on, she wouldn't be a romantic without her fingers! She didn't have toys, like Julie, but she had lots of fun by herself.Unfortunately, that wasn't enough. Sally Parker was unsatisfied. She wanted to have sex, again. And that meant that she had to find a man she trusted.Like Martin, Sally lived in another city. In her case, Boston, since her college days. And, like Martin, Sally.