” She said smirking. She made sure to finger some of the horse cum into Greta’s pussy before lifting Greta’s legs and sinking the strap on into ...er pussy. Once it was fully seated she flipped the vibrate to low and proceeded to fuck the horse cum deep into her best friend’s cunt. Greta moaned in her sleep more. “I hear that you like that Greta, you love getting horse cum fucked into your pussy don’t you? Especially when you’re asleep and don’t know what’s going on.” Tami leaned down to lick the. ” “So, you’re an artist,” he said, nodding. “Nice.” “Yes, I have a studio in my apartment and I try to paint every day. That’s why I like being a waitress because it doesn’t tap into my creativity.” “What about you?” I asked, glancing over at his laptop. “I’m a writer... novels and short stories, but lately, mostly poetry. I try to write a poem every day. Never miss a day.” The more he spoke, the more I wanted him. “So do you ever get lonely here in the woods all by yourself,” I asked,. Loni gasped as I forcefully backed her against the wall of the shower stall. Her breath quickened as I reached between our bodies to grasp her left ankle with my left hand and raised her leg until her knee touched the wall, pinned against her ribcage. She trembled uncontrollably as my throbbing cock thrust against her bare, wet, tight pussy. I knew she was the sort of girl you could do things To!Squirming in near ecstasy, she burst into giggles when I began washing her foot with my soapy right. I went back to the cafeteria and got my lunch. It just took one look at Betsy Lou for me to decide not to even try and sit next to her. I got the usual giggles when I walked past the swarm of girls.When I got to gym class, Stocker was talking to a couple of his buddies. They all turned and grinned as I went to my locker. I looked back when I was changing and he had his hands with the fingers laced together, moving them up and down, then he moved them both half a foot in front of his chest, sort.