In the classroom, I watched her reaction when she noticed me. She glowed and gave me a sly little smile. This gave me trembles deep inside me. I stare... at her dreamily as she began to pass back some homework. She was wearing a conservative pantsuit that day. Her body exuded femininity and confidence. Her heels lifted her strong legs, giving her a look of authority. I gazed up her legs, thinking about the warm tunnel concealed underneath her outfit. I wondered if my cute look was making her. Then I pushed just a little more. I managed to get maybe an inch of him into my throat before my gag-reflex kicked in, but was still happy I’d been able to make it that far. I was getting better at it, but wasn’t quite there yet. I was methodically massaging Isaac’s balls with my right hand and bobbing my face up and down on is near-perfect cock when I felt him pull his head out of my ass. “Oh my God this is awesome!” he blurted out way too loudly. I almost choked when I started to snicker. They mix up a pitcher of Black Russians to bring along to the party. Katie is wearing black knee high boots, black panty hose, a black thong, a tight black leather mini skirt and a white blouse which is one size too small. She lewdly unbuttons the top two buttons of this super tight blouse. The top of her milk sacks are seductively visible for all to see. She wears a gray loose fitting fringed suede jacket which covers her blouse and most of her mini skirt. She looks forward to getting. He took the tiny piece of silky yellow fabric, already soaked with her juices, and wiped off his hand, her sticky discharge shimmering nastily on the surface of the sexy garment. Jamal spotted Elliott watching him intently as he wiped off each shiny finger. He then tossed the panties to the boy, who instinctively snatched it out of midair and clutched it to his chest.“There you go, Cox. I think you can put those to good use,” Jamal said as Elliott stared at the prized panties like he’d just.