Why is this guy always smiling? We sat there for almost an hour chewing and sucking bones. I was actually having fun. The conversation was light, triv...al and comfortable. I was getting to like the Fosters. Finally we were both stuffed. I didn’t like having sex when I was full from eating and hoped he had something else planned till I felt less bloated. Greg drove the jeep to the UAH campus and parked in the library lot. It was dark and the campus was pretty deserted. I was starting to feel that. On the drive back home I realised that my pussy was tingling and could feel the discomfort of wetness seeping onto the thin strip of material of my lacy thong. Once home I went straight to her bedroom and began to stroke my pussy gently. As the tingling sensations increased I began to slide a finger into my lubricated slot. The finger thrust inside slowly at first, building itself up into a frenzied blur as an additional finger accompanied the penis substitutes. My hips were thrusting to meet. Caleb leaned Savannah up and laid her head on his shoulder, pulling her back and pressing his lips against hers. She moaned in his mouth and squeezed her pussy tighter, feeling his bulging bend thrusting deeper into her in the arched position. Juice trickled down her legs as her pussy soaked his shaft.Her knees wobbled, and she shook against Caleb as her pussy erupted. She reached up and squeezed her bouncing tits as he thrust harder. Squirt splashed everywhere, dousing all their bodies and. I already offered my services. Since I was fairly popular and I could provide my own costume, a skintight green catsuit, my copper wig and boots, my supervisor went for it. I must admit that my main motivation was that I would be paid to wear a skintight costume, and hopefully get a few curious glances at my ass and body in the shimmery material!The Santa for the job was some retired security guard called Alfred who used to work at our store, who a few times I served pantyhose to in the pretext.