The whole school knows about what happened with you and Phil at prom last year..."Yeah I had heard the lurid stories that Phil had told whipped up fro... his imagination because we both knew the truth. He'd passed out in the hotel room way before we could get anything started."Phil wasn't all ... that and I didn't go back for a repeat performance."I didn't tell the truth because it was so damn complicated. I'd gotten so tired of being looked at as a good girl and the stories that Phil told. I took even more pictures of him while he took off the leather jacket, giving me and my assistant shutterbug Wendy Carson a long glimpse of his god-like body, ripped in all the right places. I'm telling you seeing a shirtless Italian man on an American motorcycle was making my engine running hot and heavy. Then, I took photos of him without the jeans and chaps, wearing only his underwear. But when he got out fully naked, I was afraid his well hung, Italian hotness would burn out my camera.. My semi-hard on diminished. My shrivelled cock nestled inmy comforting knickers. Pauline was obviously looking out for me and sheopened the door as I arrived. "Hello, dear," she said. "I'm glad you havemade it in good time. Take your coat off and I'll show you what's whereeverything is."Being used to bar work did at least give me some insight into how abusiness worked. I could operate a cash register and deal with creditcards. I understood about refilling shelf stocks and the need to make. She was going to cum soon on her friend's face.Now Sara did something surprising. She brought a hand over and slapped Kristy's out of the way as she inserted two fingers into Kristy's pussy and curved them up to her g-spot.Kristy could feel her legs getting weak. She was going to cum very hard and very soon."Don't stop, Sara! Fuck...UfFFMMM...don't stop! Don't stop! FUCK MMMMMM!"Sara's tongue traced ampersands across her friend's engorged clit (a trade secret that her college roommate had.