Katrina Bartell explained that she didn’t normally come in on a Saturday but had turned up to help the young receptionist who was still in training ...nd didn’t officially start work until the following Monday. In fact most of the Admin Block was empty on a Saturday which was why the Acting President of Blanke Schande College had even answered the phone. During the normal working week that would never have happened.Katrina Bartell lead the group on a wonderful tour all around the grounds and the. When I introduced Linda, as she told me her name was, the other guys they didn't seem to have a problem either. James certainly didn't, judging by his newfound enthusiasm. Chris was always a bit quieter and more conservative. It was hard to believe this trip was his idea sometimes. He must really want to film the events in Haight-Ashbury badly.James got back in the car in the driver's seat. Chris got in next to him on the passenger's side. I was in the back behind James and Linda was seated. Deni gasped as Celeste thumbed her nipples to hard readiness, and the vibes traveled down to her pussy. Her clit was hard, and it quivered in her silk panties. Celeste kissed her deeply and passionately now, her tongue delving into Deni’s mouth. She squeezed Deni’s pretty titties harder, molding them and pinching the nipples more. She whispered, “Let me see…please?” Deni was in a fog, so all she could do was nod. Celeste gently pulled the straps down over her slim shoulder and bared her pretty. Those big tits were crushed to my chest and the wide hips were splayed out. She then started to move her pussy forward and back not up and down. I realized that she was using my pubic hair and bone to stimulate her clit while my cock stayed buried to the hilt in her cunt. There was no real rhythm to her movements, she was responding to the needs of her desire and would press down harder or move faster as her need peaked. I put my hands on her hips as she moved. Not to guide her but to show her.