David squirted a dime-sized glob of a clear viscous liquid on the base of his penis. Then he worked it upward and around until it coated the length of...cock. In a few strokes he was fully erect. "Candy, what do you think?"Chris looked at the hard cock seriously for a moment and scrunched his lips. "Hmm, I'd say eleven inches."Penelope fiddled around in the chalk tray and finally found what she was looking for: a ruler. She handed it to Jack and said, "Here, Jasmine. You do the honors."Jack got. She flipped open a couple of pages, but was startled by Vickie calling up to her. Panicking, she fumbled to cram the tattered magazine into her backpack and then hurried out and down the stairs. It made no sense, keeping the magazine. She should have thrown it back under the bed, but she was curious. What sort of things turned Brett on? And did she have any chance with him?Thoughts about the magazine smoldered as Tiffany walked the half dozen or so blocks to her home. The magazine was called. I parted her puffy labia with my fingers and let my tongue investigate. It was plain that she needed no lubrication from me – her fingers had done their job – so I concentrated on the clitoris. It didn’t take long. Soon she was clutching the back of my head with both hands and pushing up with her bottom, bucking against me as she came in a huge trembling paroxysm. Not pausing to recover – seeming rather to want to maintain herself on the plateau my tongue had taken her to, she swiftly. Chris’s breathing increases as her sweet pussy begins to drip down onto her shorts and the bed below her. As Dawn reaches the bottom of Chris’s shorts she can smell the sweet scent of her nectar that awaits her. She kisses her way up the middle of Chris’s shorts making sure to rub her face into her dripping wet center. She then reaches the waist band of the shorts and takes it into her teeth. She looks up and smiles at Chris who smiles back down at her. Dawn slowly begins to pull off Chris’s.