" "Sssshhh..." Helen cooed while she stroked her father's hair and ran her fingers along her father's back. Their breathing was raspy and heavy wh...le they recovered from their orgasms. Their warm breaths washed over each others' necks, in contrast to the cool sweat no the rest of their bodies. Mike slid his cock from Helen's pussy, and a river of cum and pussy juice rolled out of her abused snatch, pooling on the sheets. Helen kissed her father deeply as he wrapped the two of them. Alexander loved watching Katie as she sat at her desk as it always lookedlike her skirt would reveal more of her thighs than Katie intended. Thiswas particularly the case with the blue miniskirt. Whenever Alexanderpassed Katie's desk she would always seem to be pulling her skirt downher legs as it rode up her thighs.Alexander hoped no-one noticed as he stared at her long red fingernailscaressing her miniskirt and her black opaque tights covering her longbeautiful legs. His eyes were always. It gives me a rush of power, knowing I can turn someone on that much. I love the feel of it in my mouth. I love the sensation of sucking. I just love cock and it totally turns me on. I moved my way up his body and hovered over him, kissing him, tasting myself. I love that so much. I grinded a bit on his thigh and pushed my tits in his face. At some point I positioned my hot pussy over his cock and teased. He was eager at that point. He could feel my wetness and how very hot I was. I leaned. He needed two fags now, she thought, as she headed off…acapella… in her mind. Beth was fluttering through the Cathedral near the apse like a happy butterfly. Chas was responsible for that. Her pussy had been purred to satisfaction before breakfast. Her only irritation right now in life was her choir uniform; the top so restricting, the tartan skirt was okay, but the blouse, neck to cuff chaffing… and the tartan necktie …well enough said. Still as Chas said, it what’s underneath that counts …the.