She gave Peyton a friendly hug. "You're a lot better than all those other girls he's brought home this week. All those cheerleaders and sluts and what...have you."Peyton looked at me and giggled. "He's such a stud." Peyton grabbed my ass and smiled. "And I agree. He does have a nice ass."Both girls were giggling and making me blush even harder.Orchestra class itself was just like any other Orchestra class. I think I was starting to get used to the nakedness to the point that there were times I. You knew he was older, maybe mid-sixties. He was married, and sometimes seemed to feel guilty about how attracted to you he felt. He was some sort of engineer, or scientist, and he taught at a university. And you liked that he frequently seemed more bashful than most of your fans. He almost never used vulgarity when writing, although some of his stories had you being a complete slut. You took another sip of tea and read the text.“You know I'm quite taken with you. You know I have very. She was fast. There was no way he could keep up. She ran for what felt like an eternity, and hadn't been caught; there was no way he could still be following her. She looked over her shoulder, and fear shot through her as she saw that the man was still trailing behind her. Neither gaining on her nor falling behind, just keeping pace with a predatory glint in his eyes. She pushed herself even harder, trying desperately trying to outpace her pursuer, but even at her faster pace, she couldn't get. She swayed back and forth as she played with her pussy. Her friend was jacking off hard while he watched Brenda tease her cunt.“Take your panties off! Sit on your barstool and fuck your pussy. Show me how you orgasm!”Brenda took off her panties. She had her vibrator next to her computer. She put the tip of her vibrator into her mouth. She had the barstool near her basement door so she could lean her back up against the door.Brenda opened her legs and slowly inserted the vibrator into her wet.