I did it and it's still standing tall and rock hard. omg I come back 2 reality and look around, they were cheering me. I don't no whether 2 run away, ...hat did I just do and if front of who no's who. but all I can think about is how he's gonna fit that bbc in my tight pussy. good thing I was so wet he knelt down pushed up my skirt and pulled off my dripping panties. threw them over his shoulder never saw them again. mostly because all I could do is think about how he's going 2 feel in me. I. ’ ‘That’s bullshit!’ ‘Then why don’t you tell Chantal where you were two days ago?’ ‘She knows I was here.’ ‘Then why don’t you tell her who you met in the west stairwell.’ Jean-Claude’s face went white and he turned to Chantal, watching the tears fill her eyes. ‘I didn’t meet anyone. I was here to see her.’ ‘He met me, Chantal.’ Katie spoke up, her eyes downcast. ‘I sucked him off in the stairwell. We usually meet downstairs, near the janitor’s office because he likes to do it in the big. I can see his well-trimmed goatee now, extending nearly a full inch below his chin. If he were closer to my size he’d be the spitting image of my best friend Eric. For a moment I still thought somehow that it was Eric. That my friend had somehow made it down to catch my victory but that thought would be pushed aside soon enough. I didn’t see his club like fist coming at me until after it had collided with my jaw and spun me around face first against the brick wall. I don’t think I would have. Her skin was incredibly smooth and to feel it in my hand was something else. I used my other hand to slowly pull open the overalls. Britney wasn't wearing a bra underneath, so that when I pulled back the top of her shirt, her breasts became free in the air and bounced a little with that natural sag that only real breasts have. If they were fakes, they had to be the best fakes I had ever seen.Britney's breasts now hung loosely outside the overalls, the edge of them pulled around to the edge of.