I felt the need, and I started to wonder. Could we find a way to do it at school? That would be so damn naughty, and I felt like being very naughty. ... At lunch, we started talking, and I could see we all felt the same way, the only thing was, where? Debbie said, "Where is a good place in the school, someplace that's private, that we could sneak off to after classes, and enjoy another circle jerk?" Susie added, "And, I'd like to do what the boys did in their circle jerk, how about if. Over the years her voice had lowered until it was a husky, smoky blues-girl voice, and she was making full use of it now. I closed her door and quickly walked a little bowlegged around to the driver's side. Did she mean what I thought she meant?"Where are we going for dinner, Bobby?" she asked in that smoky voice of hers.I cleared my throat and started the rumbling engine. "We're going into Portland. There's a steakhouse called Anderson's that just opened up earlier this year. I've heard good. So, which one can I use to begin ours again? I can’t recall the first time I saw your face, but I recall the most important. The first time I truly saw your face, you were smiling, eyes shining like the stars you loved. The night was young, and so were we. It was not so long ago, yet it feels like an eternity. It felt like a beginning all over again, but was it the beginning of the end? The last time I saw that smile on your face was just before the rocks shattered the glass walls we had built. Then he lifted his ass to make his pulsing cock slide back to the head, then pushed it in once more, grunting with pure joy. She wiggled slightly on the first thrust, and swung her pelvis more on the second one. Glynn reached both hands down under the smooth cheeks of her ass and held on as he worked his aching prick in and out of the wet gloving of her marvelous pussy. Her vagina grasped his shaft, caressed it with velvet bubblings, with hotly soaped strength, and he lay down on top of her.