Colleen moaned as her pussy began a steady metric clutching, that built to an unreached point. Colleen closed her eyes, bit into the pillow and slappe... her hands on the mattress. With one immense screaming cinch, she drove a hot stream of fluid onto the base of my cock and balls. "I want it," she gasped, "in my ass!" Colleen pushed me back far enough to remove it from her dripping cove and angle it toward her puckering asshole. I adjusted before insertion, plunging slowly so Colleen could. Two fifty-nine. C'mon, clock, spare me! This madness must end! I don't know why the principal insists that the teachers keep right on doing their thing up until the bell actually rings. He's got a German background, I'm told. Maybe his father was a Nazi. That would explain a hell of a lot. I mean, maybe playing Game Boy in class isn't the best diversion to use during a lecture, but I think that two weeks of detention is a little unreasonable, don't you? Three 'o' clock! Finally! I scooped up my. Oh fuck I wanted her and didn’t she just know it.She teasingly dropped her bra and her breasts, although a little saggy, looked to be gagging for my hands and mouth. I just squeezing them, gently at first and then more firmly as her nips began to rise and her breathing became more deeper and noisy.At this point she undressed me fully and I stand there with a cock dying to do what it was invented to do, but she was not going to be rushed and thank god for that. She taught me the value and erotic. ’ Harry took one end of the couch with Lois at the other, whilst Carol preferred to sit on the floor between them. The film was very dark, literally so, it might almost have been in black and white, lots of suppressed emotions, misguided vengeance and unrequited passion, expressed visually rather than spoken. Unmistakably French film noir, the heroine, shot in half light, the click of her heels on the pavement, a Gauloise shrouded café. Every cliché exploited to the full, yet oddly in tune with.