"Jeanni, this is not the time to talk about dead Presidents. This is about your future!" "'Calvin Coolidge's wife asked a farmer how often his rooster...had sex'," STAN auditioned in his best dramatic reading. "'Several times a day', the farmer told her. She, then, said, 'Tell that to my husband'. When the President heard what his wife had done, he came back to the farmer, and asked, 'And how many hens does your rooster have sex with a day?' The farmer replied, 'Several hens a day'. Storming. He said fuck Lynn you a so good at fucking and sucking cock and I smiled cause I knew that I am a good fuck. Then I look at Dave as he was pounding my cum full pussy hard I moaned and said fuck yes Dave fuck my pussy hard breed it if you want its yours whenever you want. As he going deep into my pussy he hit my spot and I started climaxing and I jerk and I raised my ass higher so I get all of Dave’s nigger cock, I screamed fuck yes oh fuck yes Dave fuck my pussy harder you have me climaxing. .. I climbed the steps to the Fine Arts Center, a group of five whispering, giggling girls at my heels. Being a music major on campus, I knew all the ins and outs of the massive building. Guessing Martinelli would probably be rehearsing for his faculty recital tomorrow night, I sneaked in the side door that led to Bezanson Hall. I shushed the girls behind me as we entered the building.As I approached the modestly sized recital hall, I heard the sultry tones of a soprano sax. I leaned against. Suzi spread her legs open and Mark got up between them, his head dipping down. I knew then that he was going to eat her out and I leaned forward."Mmm, what I've been wanting," Suzi said, looking over at the cam, "Just wait, Lisa, when a guy gets his tongue into you, you're gonna go crazy."Her hands reached down and she seemed to be pulling her pussy open for him. Whatever she was doing, the effect was immediate, she began squirming and groaning, panting and grunting as his head stayed down.