The boy was practically drooling over her and she didn’t show the slightest interest. Not even a flicker. So I’m wondering what’s up.But I’m N...T rocking the boat. The synergy between us girls is extraordinary, almost magical.Doesn’t matter what the class might be or who has a question or is hitting an obstacle – you put several of us in a room, things get fixed.Nope. NOT rocking the boat. Not me.I AM rocking something else, though ... I’ve been assimilated. First REAL ‘put it in the logbook’. ”“No, am I a bad girl for letting you fuck me?”I jumped in and said, “Yes, you’re a bad girl. You need to be spanked.” She was in total ecstasy as I smacked her buttock that was exposed as Eric was holding her ankles up by his neck. She repeated over and over, “I’m a bad girl. I’m so bad. I’m a little slutty whore.”Just hearing those things turned Eric on and he warned that he was going to blow again. She said, “Go ahead. Do it. Do it in me.”Eric responded, “I don’t have a rubber on.”“I. ” “Me neither. I just like doing gay things.” He laughed and I moved over next to him and reached over to run my fingers over his cock. “Oh God, I was so hoping,” he said. “You have an incredible cock.” “I like yours too,” he said and reached over to play with it. He fumbled around getting a feel for me, first running his fingertips all over it, then stroking lightly with them, thumb on the top, the other fingers on the bottom. I gripped him firmly and slowly pumped him, and soon I asked,. During the meal I rolled the thong up tight as I could and then using my left hand slid it to her wet channel, without making more of the move than I could. Dawn moved just enough to aid my quest but not enough to alert even the waiter. Her slot was very wet and the thong slid into its new home deceptively easily, proving how turned on she was,Main course passed without any more “happenings” as usual it was superb, though I suspect the toe came back into play I could not see for tablecloth...