Numa quinta-feira, véspera de feriado, me arrumei, bem paty, Foram poucas pessoas assistir aula nesse dia, porque muitos tinham viajado. E o pessoal ...ue estava lá, combinou de ir embora depois da chamada, mas eu fiquei lá, porque queria tirar algumas dúvidas com o professor Nelson, de matemática, conhecido entre os alunos como Nelsão. Nelsão é alto, negro, careca, e um jeito bem rústico, bem macho. Ele chegou na sala de aula, e só estava eu lá. Pedi pra ele me explicar uma matéria; ele me pediu. She gave me a few minutes and made her way over. Staring down, I caught sight of her sensible white rubber soled shoes as she approached. I waited for the ritual words "what would you like this evening" and was mildly surprised when the silence continued for several beats. I looked up and she, well her tag read "Katy", had a puzzled look on her face."Do you smell something funny?" she asked me.I sniffed and told her that I didn't smell anything. Maybe my cold wasn't completely gone after. She didn’t really think that, he was sure. She was . . . well, he didn’t know what she was doing. Staving off embarrassment? Letting him down easy? Avoiding her feelings? ‘How do we know that?’ He took another step closer. ‘You haven’t asked me. I haven’t asked you. So how do we know?’ Connie had no idea what to say. She was battling two competing impulses. One urged her to be honest with Simon, the other called for more caution. But was there anything left to be cautious about? Was there any. As the blonde stroked, the dark haired beauty began to grind herself upon the hand. Moving forward, the blonde smiled as she opened the girl’s pussy lips wide enough to French as if kissing her mouth, and this time, there was no doubt of response. Her growl was guttural, low and clear. Dark need filled the air. ‘Don’t be gentle with me’, she snapped. ‘Damn it! I want you to eat, devour my cherry! I want…’ Suddenly, the blonde smacked her pussy hard, making the girl scream with pleasure and.