Maria began to softly stroke the muscles along my throat and neck allowing them to relax as I continued to suck his rod. I could feel his thick cock p...essing against all sides of my throat as he pressed it deeper. Desperate for air, I found myself gagging as I slowly pulled the shaft from my throat. My man tugged Maria by the hair, turning her around so we were laying shoulder to shoulder with her head leaning backwards over the edge of the bed as well. Maria's hand found my open wet pussy as. Bare navels, with their tits visible below and above their minimal bras and their pierced nipples begging for attention. Each were wearing hot pants displaying their cameltoes( unusual in girls so young but then their cunts were more like 30 years old through usage, not to mention their assholes)When I got to the head of the queue the Principal greeted me warmly. I have been a customer of his for the past five years and over that time we had become close friends as he had become a customer of. They are known as The Forbidden Tablets or The Forbidden Story because the eight, taken together, are all part of one story.The following is a translation of the story found on those eight tablets. Perhaps after reading this you will understand why those who found the tablets kept this particular story hidden.***Tablet One I don’t know when I first started hating Amira. I feel as if I have hated her all of my life. My time has gone completely around the circle of time almost twice and my hatred. I would have expected her pretty pussy to be much less taut with tightness and flexible strength to a degree that was in some instances more exhilarating than a couple of her daughters.It was one of those early morning times when everyone was still asleep except for me and my strange happy rutting urge to compare pussies whenever possible. I stopped at the fridge and looked at the beer but grabbed a carton of milk instead and swigged down half the carton in a single gulp.All I could think was.