She was . . . She was actually going to do it!The thought was like a hairbrush to my forearms.She straddled me, her back facing me. She looked over he... shoulder and into my eyes. Her gaze was unchanging; her panties soft cotton, soft yellow, and becoming thread-bare. Her back was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder blades. Her lower back concaved to her spreading hips.Although beautiful, the sight evoked senses of peril. Her weight was greater than my face and could pin me without. Too bad. If any parent had caught a KTP call the shit would have hit the fan a lot sooner and Mrs. Devers wouldn't be deciding between the gallows or the guillotine for me.I'd gotten the first KTP call the same day I'd been railroaded into chairing this zoo, so whoever it was had a good intelligence operation in the school. Eventually everyone got them. In every case, three or four times a week, the message was "kill the program." Sometimes it was a text to their smart phone, or an anonymous. That aside, the cost of the membership to the site was looking to have been a waste of money. One evening a few weeks ago, we were checking out pictures of other members and Katie opened the profile of a guy who apparently lived some 20 miles away from us. His pictures showed him to be fairly attractive and with a toned body. One was a close up of his cock and this itself looked impressive, trimmed and uncut, about 9 inches in length. "Wouldn't you consider a threesome with another man?" asked. Soon they were engaged in a battle of thrusting tongues and rubbing cocks. The sight of hips grinding against each other and cocks thrusting took my breath away. Our friend started to move down my lovers body, stopping to kiss and suck his nipples. I knew how much nipple play turned my lover on and I watched his breath turn to pants as he held our friends head in place. When both nipples were sufficiently wet and tight, our friend moved down further to suck my lovers cock. Just watching I could.