I wish I was taller, I thought, as I looked at my legs. I was 95 lbs and 5’ 4” with slim shapely but muscular legs. I used to be on the high schoo... sprint team although I was always doomed to be 2nd best behind Melanie Peters who was an All-American level sprinter. If only wishes came true, I thought and smiled to myself.I ran my fingers through my slit, opening it up and feeling for my sensitive clitty under the hood. I dipped 2 fingers into my pussyhole and found I was just a bit moist. I. “Leave them on,” Amelia asked.They both stopped, smiled, and smartly settled their hats back in place. Instead, they went to work removing everything else.As he whipped off his jacket, Charles suggested, “You could leave your heels on, if you want.”Amelia nodded as she followed their example by quickly unbuttoning her top.Clothing fell unceremoniously to the floor as the three of them hurried to undress. They all knew why they were there, and there was no sense in putting it off. The two men. More confident now, she watched as Mr Mathis began to walk amidst the class, checking their work, though she had no idea what they were supposed to be working on. Reaching lower, she began to run her finger up and down her slit, parting her damp lips, until she could slip one tip inside, biting her lip as the pleasure shot through her. Glancing at Roach, seeing his intent approving gaze, she worked her finger up and down a couple times, moving it a little farther inside of her damp tunnel. She. .."Marie-Renee's eyes went wide."Who would have made it?" How the hell would I know?" Jennifer said. "Maybe the book on the table will help us find out. Shit, I have no idea what this says. And I had three years of French. True, I got B's and C's. Well, and a D. But still, you'd think some of it would make sense." It is Medieval French," Marie-Renee said, looking over Jennifer's shoulder at the book the young girl had found on the dust-covered desk. "Mon Dieu! The last notebook of Michel de.