“Now, whose pussy should I lick first.”“Mine!” Sam screeched in girlish excitement. The type only a young girl could muster. “I call dibs, B...cky!”She threw herself to the head of the bed, leaning against it, her legs spread wide. She wasn't wearing any panties, her negligee bunched around her waist. Her shaved pussy was on display. She'd been sexting me all weekend, sending me shots of that beautiful twat dripping with my husband's cum. Becky shook her head. “She's such a brat.”“I know,” I. "Class, we have a guest speaker today," Mary Ann told her final period p.e. class, 30 or so girls from the ninth grade of Carson High, plus the 10 freshmen cheerleaders, newly elected. "Michael is a senior here, but he is an expert about sex and relationships. Pay attention; you might learn something useful."I stood up and walked to the small podium, wearing a dress shirt that I would have rather been dead than own two years ago. Close up sat the 30 p.e. girls while the cheerleaders, clearly in. His legs where hanging off the side and I could see his balls and Amy's nice fat little ass grinding on them and his shaft was pressed against his belly and she was just grinding her slit against it. Then his large hands grab both of her ass cheeks and lift her way up and then she reached down and grabbed his shaft and rubbed his giant helmet against her tiny slit and then tried sitting on it and grinding it in. I can see every detail of his vieny blackish purple dick head covered in precum and. With other women I’ve been with, sex is a continuous stream of activities. But with Lauren, everything is measured, and the anticipation is unbelievably hot. She doesn’t rush anything. She’s focused, detailed and confident, which might not sound sexy, but as I watch her move about the room, I wouldn’t have this any other way.I assume she wants me to move to the pillow, but I also don’t want to do anything without her commanding it, so I stay still until she’s next to me again.“On the pillow,.