Das erste war ein altes, in Leder gebundenes Tagebuch mit einem abgewetzten Band darum, das den Deckel geschlossen hielt, das zweite war ein dicker Um...chlag, auf dem mein Name, Melissa Gordon, in ordentlicher (wenn auch altmodischer) Handschrift stand. Der Brief darin war auf teures schweres Papier getippt, das ein Firmenwasserzeichen in der Mitte der Seite hatte. In dem Schreiben wurde erklärt, dass die Anwaltskanzlei von einem kleinen, unabhängigen Museum beauftragt wurde, das beiliegende. Her ass bobbed in the air and my dick felt like it could fling out of her at any second. So I scooted down and, in a feat of gymnastics, curled my legs up so they forked between her legs and spread them out on either side and got my old pal more firmly situated in her pussy. I thrusted with more authority and her hand jerked away from my cock. It writhed across her ass and rested at the edge of her crack. I could see my nuts flailing above her ass like two fat kids trying to jump over a wall,. I'd had enough of her, so I went to Amanda. Amanda is the class nerd. Short brown hair, glasses, keeps to herself. She was still pretty attractive, though. The only time I saw her in anything but baggy clothes was during gym class. She was in a plain white one-piece swimsuit, but it was enough to let me know she had a few well-placed curves.She didn't say anything, as usual.Kelly was next on my little tour. To put it bluntly, she was a slut. No one who played any sport, instrument or game short. “OH MY GOD!! FUCK ME BABY!!!” I mouthed, getting louder with each piston like thrust. “YES ,YES, YES, YES… YESSSSSSSS!!! OH FUCK YES!” I held tightly onto the hood of the Rolls as Charles rammed his cock in and out of my ass. I was in heaven as he slammed that glorious hunk of man meat into my “pussy”. Harder and deeper. Faster and faster. Until finally, “Chrissie, I’m going to come!” he groaned. “DO IT!!! FUCKING DO IT!!! I WANT YOUR CUM INSIDE ME!!” I shouted. “YESSSSSSSSS!!!!”.