I know the size of each of their dicks. I know the noises they make when they cum, I even know which hole of mine is their individual favorite. They�...ve seen me naked, they know how I shiver after every orgasm, they saw me squirt, taking more dicks at once than they’ve probably ever seen in person. And here we are, walking around a school that is none the wiser.They wink at me in class, and I blush red every time. A few of them privately ask me if I would do it again. I tell them I’m pretty sure. ) She walked along the beach, pausing occasionally to kick at the sand as the water swirled around her ankles. It was night and the clouds shrouding the deserted beach matched her mood. She was wearing shorts and a man’s shirt with the ends knotted under her breasts. She swung her shoes back and forth in her left hand as she absent mindedly toyed with the shirt’s buttons with her right hand. He probably didn’t even remember that she had taken the shirt home after their last night together. When. Her spanking continued, Jasmine's breath quickening with the effort as much as from the view she received each time her hand squeezed the child's bottom, pulling flesh from flesh so the little entrance to her cunt was exposed."That's good," the Colonel remarked after nearly five minutes of the spanking had elapsed."Let her sit up now," he urged.Weeping softly, Betty dragged herself up until she half sat on her thighs, her hands rubbing franticly at her sore bottom while tears slowly made little. He kissed me so passionately, taking my face between his hands and touching my hair. He ran his tongue down my neck and began to whisper to me how much I excited him and how beautiful I was.He told me he did not mind at all if my husband was there waiting for me. He wanted to fuck me.I could feel myself getting wetter between my legs and my thighs were aching with his every movement. As I looked over his shoulder I could see Victor and our friends watching me and this heightened my pleasure. I.