Hearing that this hot Indian girl will do anything, the officers got excited. The officer who was examining Nisha went closer to her and said, “So, ...ou will do anything?” in a lustful way. Nisha knew what he was intending.Nisha (almost crying): Yes, I will do whatever you want. Please don’t call the police.So the officer put his hand inside Nisha’s pantie and started rubbing her pussy. The other officer came forward and started fondling Nisha’s breast. Nisha didn’t like the touch of the. She could turn me as red as her Irish hair. “You could check to see if it’s working right,” I fed back to her.“I could still pick you up and throw you across the room, boyo,” she laughed at me. “Now tell me why in a room of ... hmm ... fifteen, seventeen, twenty people I see only six males. Your fingers won’t get stronger if someone else is playing the instrument.”“They will if you know how to strum the right chords,” I answered. This time, Molly blushed.“Well, it is nice to see you looking so. "Don't stop, Sis -- milk me off!" Joe demanded.Her saliva was steaming from his cock and his prick-head was glowing. He shoved his prick into her face. Jennifer kissed and licked it lovingly, but refused to take it into her mouth again. Her mind had been working hard and she realized that the only way to take all three cocks at the same time was by getting on top of her brother, since the dogs were more limited as to positions. She lapped up Joe's heavily veined cock-stalk, then pulled back. I pulled at my tight collar trying desperately to get some air. It suddenly dawned on me that I was having the exact same emotional response I had had 14 years previous. I walked inside and was immediately greeted by a very cheerful alumnus. "Welcome back Fightin' Fox It's me Tammy Fey-Lebowitz your Class president, can I have your name?" she asked with a grin. "Ryan Porter." I said grabbing my nametag from the table. "Ryan Porter...really?" she asked. "Yes why?" I asked. "You look different.