His hands covered her breasts. She leaned into his body. She started to moan as his hands teased her nipples under her dress. He kissed her neck some ...ore while holding her tightly. She felt his cock against her butt. She moaned again, this time a little louder with more urgency. His hands slid back down the side of her body below her dress. Then his hands slid under her dress, he felt her wetness. She pushed harder against his body. Suddenly, he ordered her to take her dress off. He led her. When L felt me relax, she took that opportunity to push harder and thrust the strapon dil into my now exquisitely painful asshole. A little at first but her thrusts were unrelenting, burying that dil deeper and deeper and stretching my asshole in a way I hadn't felt before whiile simultaneously forcing me forward and further onto her BF's delicious, hard cock.My eye's were closed in ecstasy and my hardon felt close to bursting as I was spit roasted by my now very intimate buddy, A, and his. Like my bones are turning to stone or something. I'm expecting the attacks to slow down soon but I'll have to get into a routine of at least six hours a day in the chamber and I'll need the blood afterwards." You're drinking it?" She seemed so horrified. He laughed."I had no time to set up a transfusion - what did you expect me to do, stick it up my arse?"Her face paled. She stepped back."Where's Scott?"Her questions were beginning to irritate him."Right," He snapped, "You want to know about. A small audio tape came in the mail for me with Debbie Reynolds' voice singing 'Downtown'. Her style was not the same as Petula Clark but it was still acceptable.The girls were very happy for me. Mr Holtzman had sent up a large shipment of tape recorders of every size and shape he could find. Most were damaged but that was fine with me. One that I fixed was able to play the tape and the girls were thrilled because she was singing it for us.After school that day I stopped at the music room to.