"Could you hold my t-shirt up for me, please Bob?" she asked him in whispered tones.Gently taking hold of his erection through his tracksuit bottoms, ...he adjusted it as she thought necessary. Bob was intrigued and watched her intently. Ali guided herself down on him like a precision engineer. Placing one knee either side of him, she carefully aligned her inner labia with the tip of his stiffness. She remained deep in concentration and didn't take her eyes off the point of contact for a. “I ... I can’t take this anymore Cass,” I whisper while short of breath, “I need to cum ... this is too much.” “Then rub your swollen pearl, I want to watch you cum and hear you moan,” Cassandra whispers and nibbles my ear as my hands find their way down to my aching pussy. I graze my finger over my engorged vulva and a warmth spreads throughout my body. Fuck, how is it that I’m already so close? I relax fully into Cassandra’s body, her fingers still toying with my nipples and I spread my legs. Once, when she must have been sure that Natalie hadnt been watching, she winked at me and spread her legs, showing her bald pussy to me. Her panties werent on. I quickly got out my phone and began texting her. Wheres my underwear??? She got out her phone and responded. I have them. And youre NOT getting them back. Theyre in my purse, with my panties. I couldnt find my leggings, though. Ill find them and THEY are MINE. You can have them. We need to do this again. And send each our. Within seconds there was a rivulet of sweat moving down the crack of her buttocks. It concentrated between her vagina and rectum and then pattered to the floor. She experienced another burst of adrenaline and more sweat drenched her. Passing Miss Sanders she kept her head down and her eyes fixed on the ground in front of her. Miss Sanders slapped her ass with the clipboard and told her she still had 7 laps to go. "There's no way...I can't finnish," Lisa thought. She knew.