Tired of having to repeat the same thing over and over she sent the letter seen above to the entire student body under the subject 'From Lana Anderson... President of The OHPF Club'. The majority, if not all of the students, received it. Since the email address was created with the school server it was able to penetrate most anti-spam software. More importantly, everyone that got it, read it, hoping that it was an invitation to join the club.After the email was sent, members of the OHPF were left. They didn’t hear a thing.” “Oh, Paul, you don’t know how much I needed to cum like that. Ohhhhh…Jesussssss.” As I spoke, Paul had rammed his huge cock all the way inside with one swift thrust of his hips. “You’re not done cumming yet, dearest. I’m going to make you cum so long and so hard that you are going to think that you have died and gone to heaven. I promise you.” Paul started working his cock in and out of me like a piston slamming up and down inside the cylinder of a high performance. I surrendered to it, hoping it would last forever, opening my mouth to gorge on the salty-sweet, faintly metallic nectar lubricating my journey.With little warning, my return trip was over, vomited out into the Temple of Baphomet through the orifice of carved rock I had entered through an unknown amount of time before. I lay, panting, coated in the slime that had sloshed out with me, staring at the chandelier of torches hanging from the ceiling and that burning fire – real fire, giving off real. Eventually she got friskier and friskier. Tom was buried pi day (14th) and she allowed us as far cuddling naked in the TV room or cuddling and making out while wearing panties or more under the covers by a few days into spring. We also planned a post-graduation vacation to Montreal for 8-14 July (for some reason leaving Canada on the 14th brought the airfare much cheaper than other nearby days). I requested the days off and the manager was surprised but didn't have a problem with it especially.