Mandy Prentice was a short, cute, busty little raven-haired hottie with deep brown eyes. Rumor had it she was quite the hellcat in bed. No telling if ...hat was really true. She flirted openly with about anyone.Morgan Emerson was generally less friendly to me over our school careers, and I never knew exactly why. She was tall and thin, with brown hair and brown eyes. She wasn’t classically pretty, but she had fine features and was generally popular. Basketball was her sport of choice, and a good. She tried rubbing her clit on the chair edges but gave up as she was frightened she would get splinters in her wet, hot pussy. In the end, she just sat there and dreamed about what it would be like to have a great big, horny cock jammed into her dripping snatch. After about an hour, she heard the door open again. Sasha came in, followed by the biggest black man that Erica had ever seen, or dreamed about. She thought to herself, "good, maybe I can get this itch scratched now." Sasha had. It was always just a blur. All she could think about every day for the past three weeks was Mr Collins. She had been in love with him long before that and infatuated with him even longer before that. The bell rang, but as she reluctantly got up to go outside, she heard her teacher call, "Emily, I need to see you right now! Stay behind, please!" She was happy to have an excuse to stay behind, but dreading what it was about. She thought she had a good idea what it was about. "Yes, sir?" she. She felt his warm mouth close down on her breast as he began to suck. Her moans continued as she felt his teeth lightly clamp down on her nipple, slowly rolling it between them as his tongue flicked back and forth across her nipple. Mark moved to his sister’s right breast, repeating what he had done before while massaging her other breast with his right hand. He moved his left hand down Haley’s body until it was over her thong, feeling her wet juices seeping through. He started rubbing her.