In fact, I liked having Kellie around as often as she was here. She was a sweet girl. Cute and bubby, too. She and Brandon weren’t just boyfriend an... girlfriend, they were best friends. I couldn’t have picked out a nicer girl for him myself. “… anyway, Kellie’s dad said it would be all right if you came, too,” Brandon continued. “It’s just going to be him, her grandparents, and her aunts, uncles and cousins. I told Kellie you make the best pumpkin pies. Could you bring some?” It sounded as if. They wore the same type of waist placard medallion with career major and cumulated poise score. Their neck medallion number corresponded with their suite number. The graduates circulated the room in conversation and, when interested, gave a pledge contributor a one of their three tokens with their number. Following dinner and dancing, the graduates retired to their suites to await enticed guests. Lexie waited in her suite wearing her revealing cat suit costume. She hoped one of her choices. Looking down I had a clear and pleasant gaze of the two open buttons on her blouse which created a view framing the swell of her breasts. Watching the rise and fall of the cream white flesh was having its effect on me, by now she had lathered her hands and started to work her hands up my right leg. This was also having an effect as the open legged shorts offered no boundary lines for her hands as they disappeared under the leg opening. Still looking down I could see the cream white of her. ”Lacy nodded and flicked her head back, tossing her red hair behind her shoulders as her fingers moved across the soft flesh of Layla’s chest, massaging the heavy orbs and trapping the woman's nipples between her fingers, letting out a deep shuddering breath as she adjusted her knees, allowing herself better control as, finally, she started to properly ride Layla’s cock.The sound of Lacy’s film cheeks slapping against Layla’s body began to echo throughout the room, doubtless able to be heard by.