Tonight was going to be far more mundane though. There was going to be no midnight swim or sunrise landscape. Tonight was going to be filled with dirt... knickers.Well, not dirty knickers exclusively but all manner of dirty clothes which needed laundering. It was roughly nine in the evening when she decided to climb out from under her bed covers, avoiding various cans and pizza boxes as she did, and jump in for a quick shower. A few minutes was all it took and she soon returned from her bathroom. Not to mention, I was very, very curious about the wholething. I mean, you would be, wouldn't you?"My campaign is experiencing a few...issues. I'll be frank with you,Mike..." I thought you were being Brad?" Very funny. I need an inside man, someone I can trust with my mostintimate affairs. Only the three of us know my secret. That's because Itrust you." Hold up. You're going to ask if Samantha here can change me too?" It's quite painless," she promised."Samantha can only alter certain. " Well, we do," she said. "We're not allowed to wear only one layer ofclothing at night. The Headmistress says it helps keep us modest andtrains us to enjoy the feel of layers of lingerie sliding over eachother."It sounded odd to me, but I took off my nightgown, found a full slip inmy luggage, put it on, and then slid the nightgown back over it. It feltnice, especially after I loosened the slip straps a bit. Slip straps.Ha! Miss Susan Slipstrap. Our Head Girl seemed overly proud of herself -it. “F-Fuck! He’s so BIIIIG Susan! He’s burying himself inside of me and by fucking MERLIN he’s getting so DEEP!”Susan and Megan can only watch on in some jealousy as Harry plows their fellow Puff. They lay back and begin to touch themselves, fingering their own sopping wet cunts to the beautiful view of Harry’s toned ass as he thrusts into Hannah again and again and again. The sight is exceptionally erotic, especially since both girls know they’re going to be next, one after the other. Licking her.