The facts needed to be uncovered and sorted properly!"Looks like the freshmen finished their practice a bit early and, yes, the object of your fantasi...s is right there with them." Oh, you can just keep quiet, miss Jen." Both were still smiling. "He is not the object of my fantasies." Oh, he isn't?" Well," Cindy paused and then looked over at her friend in the passenger seat, " ... not yet." She picked up her commemorative cup and exited the car with Jen quickly following.The guys were indeed. “Are you going to be a good kitty for me?” Her voice flowed like molten honey. How could I say no? From the corner of my eye, I spotted her securing her glossy black curls out of the way with a red bandana. That was never a good sign.“As long as you let me cum, Miss.”“Needy cumwhores need to prove they deserve it. No guarantees.”As if to further her point, her rubber sole dug further into my cheek, rubbing my face back and forth like a mop. I groaned, feeling my hardening nipples burst from the. ‘Eew, gross!’ she chided with amusement. I gurgled the water and release a dramatic exhale. ‘Aah, well, what did you expect?’ I took another long pull as she returned to her countertops, wiping them with a towel. Like I said, it was a little thing. But as I pulled the bottle from my lips and turned to look at her, the memory of her hand on my waist created a vestigial impression, almost as if it were still there. I watched her move, confident and practiced as she completed her routine. Come on. Utterly remarkable. A fleeting glimpse was beyond my expectations - sparse evidence of a single specimen was surely all I ever expected to find - yet now I find myself in the presence of a pair, and almost certainly a mating pair. I am completely enthralled, aware that I could soon be the only living witness to their mythical courtship rituals. Annoyingly, a leafy branch partly blocks my view. Carefully, silently, I skirt around the undergrowth till I find the perfect spot. The female reaches.