Tracy wanted to join them and get her cunt licked too, but knew she couldn’t disturb them. She thought about masturbating, but knew if they caught h...r she would get whipped. So, she just watched. It wasn’t long and she knew her Mistresses were ready to cum. They were moaning and pushing their crotches hard against each other’s face. It would have been a great sight to watch if it wasn’t for the fact that she couldn’t join them.Soon, their screams of orgasmic joy filled the air as both of them. If you were a virgin and not pretty - a measure assigned by other girls that included looks and clothes - you were harassed with snide, spiteful words.It shocked me that I was so clueless about this subculture.I was also shocked at the subjects girls talked about. They openly discussed their boyfriends, talked about kissing and fondling, and even sexual intimacy. These high school girls who appeared so sweet and innocent were not. Having lived through high school, I knew guys were nowhere close. Man, was I ever getting wet! Five guys other than my husband telling me how hot I was and I’m eating it all up. By the end of the poker game two more of them had run one or more fingers up and down my pussy slit several times and I was so horny that after they left I grabbed my husband Brad and threw him on the couch and fucked his brains out, riding him like a cowgirl at a rodeo. After we’d fucked ourselves out, he said, ‘I dare you to wear that to work on Monday. But I bet you’ll. Her greedy pussy wanted to feel a tongue lapping at it, and she knew if her pussy was dripping wet, it would be much easier to fit his huge cock inside."Eat me, Harold! I want to feel your cunt-lapping tongue all over this juicy pussy of mine!" she begged.Her slender fingers reached down and parted her plump cunt- lips wide open, offering him all her dripping inner flesh. Her clit and pussy-hole were both put on display for his enjoyment."Sure, baby, your wish is my command," he told.