Really, I'm not a complete coward when it comes to assertive women. To attempt to prove this, at least maybe to myself anyway, I decided to stop beati...g around the bush, even if it was going to get me clobbered by a shovel. It wasn't fair to string her along if my affections really did lie elsewhere. Even here I was getting a bit confused with what I did exactly feel. Looking at Marsha's extra tight sweater hugging her large breasts certainly wasn't improving my concentration any."Look Marsha.. One pair of panties were for her. The other four were destined for the right women, if Mildred Dean had the inclination to share her fun.The figure didn't know. It couldn't wait to find out. Packages placed, the figure slipped out of the room, down the stairs, and out into its mist to wait and watch the game that was about to unfold. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chloe Quick“Let's go, Chloe!” my friend, Stacey Goode, said. She stood by the door to the classroom, her brown pigtails swaying down. The bra lifted and nicely displayed her breasts. The straps and lower cups were a black satin material, while the upper cups were open lace that barely hid her dark nipples. The panties were made the same way, with black strapping to perfectly sculpt the curves of her hips and an open lace panel that accentuated the neatly trimmed landing strip of pubic hair."Angie," I started to say, hoping that she would accept my apology, but she interrupted me."Don't," she said sharply as her eyes raced. Joan was squirming on the sofa and still rubbing her cunt as the skirt rose up high on her thighs. Jack was also rubbing a very large bulge in his jeans as he continued to suck those tasty tits, and then it happened.Joan was moaning more-loudly, and I clearly heard her as she said, “Fuck me, Jack, I need your cock!”I was totally shocked that Joan would be so aroused that she would tell Jack to fuck her. I guess that his continued sucking on her breasts had pushed her over the edge, and she was.