She leaned down and her open mouth met his as they kissed. She had cum at the same time, I had seen her toes curl. It was unbelievable, it was as if t...ey were possessed. I watched Janet and George kissing and making out. I couldnt get over his thick cum dripping out of my wifes gaping pussy. It took several minutes before they got up and kissed again as they sat on the edge of the bed. George asked Janet for her phone number and she gave him her cell number as she told him she lived in Dallas.. The only additional eyes staring down on her were those of the grotesquely obese film and pop stars whose features were on every poster, except the one of a rather tubby gryphon just behind the bed rest. “So! Alone at last!” exclaimed Fanny, standing in front of Qafira, her hands on either side of her teacher’s hips. “Yes. Alone,” agreed Qafira, with no enthusiasm. “So. Off with your clothes! Let’s see what you’re like!” “My clothes?” “Well, of course. Unless, that is,” Fanny said with a. Nothing. All is dim silence. She drops back and is asleep.The sun wakes her. It flows unimpeded through the windows, across a low table covered with a riot of flowering houseplants, across the carpet, over the covers and finally through the twists of her hair and into her eyes. The beige bedcovers shine, outdone only by the sun on her bare shoulders, her bare arms and the bits of her face that show through her hair.She groans and stretches. She turns quickly, looking beside her. She is alone.. It’s easier.”“What else do you do to each other?”“It depends. Usually blowjobs or handjobs.”“Do you play with each other’s assholes?”“Yes.”“Do you finger each other?”“Yes.”“Do you lick each other’s assholes?”“Yes.”“Do you fuck each other?”“Yes,” I let out in a voice that was somewhere between a whisper, a moan and a swoon. We were crossing yet another line into the taboo and telling him about all our dirty little games was an enormous thrill. My cock was harder than it had ever been as his hand.