..My hand returns to stroke my self... You lean over and start nibbling on my neck...You know that just makes me more turned on... I take my hand and ...tart stroking your hard cock with it...i increase my pace on my clit and your cock...Your eyes lock on mine...our desire evident. I scoot closer...my legs almost wrapped around you... Your cock so close to my pussy...you take it and rub it against my clit...making me tremble at your touch...you slide in just the head... I stroke my self. .. look at Flavius, he’s enjoying this so, so much. I turned back to my colleague of suffering, whose ass I was connected t through my Aunt’s other invasive hand.You could tell he was accustomed to this procedure, because he had two fingers stuck inside his bottom, that ventured effortlessly both in and out, massaging him so intensely that his mule dick dangled like crazy under him, just begging to be milked. My ass muscle suddenly started convulsing and I felt a sensation that I never felt. Losingcontrol of myself and with a fluttering heart I couldn't stop myself fromgetting dressed.Pretty sheer pink panties and a bra that matched, he had chosen all thesethings. I chose a light pink blouse and a red tartan miniskirt whichflared up to the waist. There was a pair of red sandal type shoes thatseemed to go with it all so unthinking, I put them on too. My toespeeping through the ends, vividly revealing my painted nails.By the time that I had dressed, I felt in an un-fathoming. When she got to her dorm room, specials signs were posted that everyone was to meet in the school’s auditorium for a special presentation. Attendance was mandatory, and you were supposed to wear your regular classroom uniform. Also, you were to sit with your first hour classmates. It would start at 7 PM, so it allowed you plenty of time to change, if needed, and to eat supper.Melissa took a quick shower down the hall, and put back on her regular class uniform. It was still lying on the bed.