He didn’t resist at all, and we soon had him as naked as we were, his boner pointing to the roof.Beaver pushed him down onto his back then mounted h...s cock whilst I straddled his face and held my pussy right above his face.His first load shot into Beaver quite quickly and when we swapped places I had to use my mouth to get him hard again before mounting him. I orgasmed just before he did.As we were all getting our wits back, I heard something and looked over to the entrance to see Betty and Ian. We differ in other ways: I’m a brunette, with almost black hair, quite wavy and shoulder length – for fencing, I pin it up under my helmet – and I’m actually more curvy than she is! Miss Champney has quite thin hips and small breasts, whereas mine have filled out in the last year – not large, just nicely average or even a little less, pyramidal and pointy C cups. Miss Champney says rather disapprovingly that their weight on my chest will slow me down just that tiny bit which will prevent me. The warm water pouring down my body as Samantha was licking me, the orgasms flowing from me over and over, I never wanted it to end. I guided my finger into her love tunnel, slowly. She started shaking and biting her lip. Then a second finger and Samantha had multiple orgasms. We finally ran out of hot water and were forced to leave the shower. We dried each other and went into the kitchen where she insisted upon making breakfast.Samantha made one of the finest breakfasts I've ever had, much. I felt as if a beastly force awakened within me, was swelling me, hardening my raging member. My thrusts, her pushes were paced with the beating of our hearts, hers under my hands, mine pounding in my ears. We began to fit each other’s breathing, short and intermittent.Even just for a short moment, but she was mine now and I had to claim her, mark every inch of her with my touch, my scent, with every essence of my desire.We turned, we traveled every passage, we turned again. We climbed, we.