Then moving forward on my knees I lifted your legs and placed them over my shoulders so I had free access to that sexy pussy that I had felt rubbing i...self against my leg, and what a sight it was, nicely shaved bare with nice protruding lips and your juices clearly running out and wetting the bed. My first impulse was to taste you, so I pushed my tongue into you hard, making you squeal again as I tasted those wonderful juices. Then I began lapping across your whole mound, cleaning you up before. “Why did you stop?” Ms. Brendan asked gently as she caressed the hyper sensitive Donna. “No need for shame here, no need to hold back those hidden feeling.”Calmed down Donna smiled insecure towards Ms. Brendan, and she continued with the fondling and rubbing of her swollen lips, gently caressing the area close to her clitoris, gently flipping her hood, and continuing to do so until she finally came. As she was told to explain her actions, or at least that’s how she explained her actions to. "Stupid mailbox," he shouted.'Seven ... seven years shot to hell ... all because of one ... God, how I hate that fucking bitch, ' he thought while palming the last rock. Drawing a solid bead on the poor mailbox, he let loose with all the fury he could muster. His flash of pride was short lived as it ricocheted off the back of the small metal enclosure into the rear window of his car."Oh fuck," he half shouted as the sickening sound caused him to dash over, only to discover there was no damage.. This was a dangerous situation and she knew it. She had to safely get him dressed and out the door without alerting anyone to what had just happened, and she had to do it before the custodians came around. She thought she had five or ten minutes before someone would knock on her door. However, all that didn’t matter to the boy who stroked his cock a few more times, and copious amounts of pre-cum drooled out of the tip. He was now slowly stroking his cock continuously. “Hey, Mark. You gotta stop.