Freed from their confinement, her breasts fell into his waiting hands, and whilst their tongues and lips gently explored each other's mouths, Astley's...fingers began to roll and flick her rosy nipples, until they stood out proudly. He lowered his head and began to suck on each nipple in turn, while the girl tipped back her head briefly in ecstasy. Astley ran his hands up her stockinged legs, his thumbs running up the inside of her thighs, over the firm white flesh between the tops of the. . yess, Father. Hannh... Father... Faathherr..."the girl cried as the heat of her climax washed over her bulging belly. Her wide hips jerked and writhed and the pseudo-priest could barely restrain himself from taking the big, innocent virgin right then."Did it cum, sister? Did we satisfy your need? Will you be safe from Mr. Crisp, now?" Hanh? Annh? Ohh, sirr? I?... I... Ohh sirr? I think so?" the girl panted although she still had a feeling of emptiness, as if there was something more that she. She swore a lot and talked using crude terms that even my guy friends didn’t use, mostly sexual terms. Blowing me like a pro was a nice bonus too. Just an amazing girl to have. Coach Kay- The athletic director at my school. Maybe in his 60s, but big, like 6’3′. A former Green Beret and probably a Vietnam vet. He was picked to lead this trip, given his past with special forces. He was quiet and reserved. Until you pissed him off. Nate- My close friend. He had just turned 18 and was a big guy. 'James kept a firm grip on the arms of his two loves and kept strolling, trying to look relaxed, inconspicuous. He made sure they were guiding him, instead of the other way around, his attention firmly inside the head of his target.He could feel his anger and disgust, his desperate desire to do something, anything, fueling his probe into the pervert's mind. He swept past the surface fantasy, forcing himself deeper, trying to access his real memory. In a flash of inspiration, he floated a.