" He said, turning to go.I gently grabbed the fringe of his coat. He slowly turned around, and I gave him the most passionate kiss I could. "Stay a wh...le." I whispered.Nervousness racked my body as he led me through my own door. "I've waited a long time for this Astra." He said, gently rubbed my slick black hair.I was about to tell him I was his, when his lips met with mine again. Only this time, it was a strong kiss. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, engaging mine in a slow, erotic dance. It was hot seeing her in it. Big Tom got up and hugged and kissed her. Then he stepped back and starting fondling her tits. I looked and Carrie had not put on the thong that went with the nighty. Tom and I were watching Big Tom working on Carrie like this happened everyday. Finally Big Tom stepped away and pulled his shorts off revealing his semi hard cock. Big Tom looked over at Tom and I and said Tommy boy did you know that your dad serviced me during high school? He got to be a pretty. He re-arranged the bedspread and shakily lay back down over the mattress. Mr. Dehli expertly eyed her handiwork. The purple blotches rising on the blonde flag girl’s ass were a testament to Matthew’s years of practice; the holes in the paddle added an extra dimension to the art-form, made drawing blood t the surface more likely. Two more swats like those and he was certain he would be rewarded with the red liquid. Mr. Delhi, CK to the flag girls under his wing always stopped a swat after he. Groups of strands would stick together and then curl towards the end like a tongue of fire, granting her a tempered and yet untamable mane that hung down to her thighs. Along with the face of a goddess, she had a figure that made a mockery of the word ‘perfection’. Her glassy-smooth legs seemed to stretch her miles, coming to an end at a full but taut rear end with the shaven entrance to her gates of paradise just barely visible under the folds of the cotton sheet. Her midsection was like that.