While I was pulling my dick out, all she replied was by placing her hand on my butt squeezing it and pulling it towards her thereby driving my dick ba...k in..That was the green signal I desperately wanted. I let go. I began thrusting so hard into her that I was scared I might poke a hole in her stomach. But to my joy, her moaning was back again and even louder than ever. By this time I too had started moaning. we felt a connection between us that we were sure meant countless fucking sessions to. She walked hunched over badly, until it actually began to hurt her back and bring tears to her eyes. She clutched her books over her chest. And all along the hallway she felt and tried desperately to ignore the quick hard slaps on her unprotected ass.She had given up complaining to the smiling teachers, the nodding counselors, the grinning girlfriends, and simply took it, wincing at the hardness of the slaps and walking on, waiting for the next one, until she made it to her seat in her next. And I had Corinne, a little wiry blonde butch”, answered Claude. “I don’t think you’ve seen her yet, daaarling, but I brought Élise, a girl from the south of France. Skinny but very strong. I love when that little butch rubs my large cunt with her small pussy”, added Claude.“I’m looking forward to it’, smiled Moïra as she moved her body over Madame Claude’s and proceeded to get into position for another session of female copulation.. The next day we sat Cheryl Ann down and had yet another stern talk with her. However my wife had an entirely different approach this time.My wife told Cheryl Ann, “Young lady! Fuck that, you are a young whore! You will let anyone fuck you for a beer! Is that right?”Cheryl Ann said, “Yes!” and coward from her mother’s glare.My wife asked, “Just what will you do for a beer?”Cheryl Ann said, “Anything the boys want!”My wife asked, “And you are okay with that?”Cheryl Ann said, “Yes! I love to drink.