"This is your day, but SOMEONE had to selfishly steal the spotlight." He looks at her with pity and then goes to her and takes her hand. "And you spen... so long on that birthday cake. Can you tell me how you made it?" "Well," she begins, tentatively, "of course it is entirely made by hand." J takes her hands and rubs them. "I have a new use for those hands, Delilah." They both look at me. Still holding her hands, he tells me, "Go get a chair so Delilah can sit down, Krys, and be quick about. The school district was, without a doubt, the best supported in the state. Younger students, those whose parents insisted on not giving them permission until they were actually sixteen, did intramural sex and were trained by the coach and his randy surrogates. A man who married a Mayfield girl had better be in good shape, and a girl who wed a Mayfield man knew she was in for some high class loving. At the school, teachers and other staff members also had access to the sexual services of the. Adi was squealing now, and Wendy put a couple of fingers in her mouth, covered in her own pussy juice. Adi sucked on them as she was repeatedly penetrated top the hilt of John’s rock hard cock. Adi started to shake slightly, and John began to fuck harder, unbelievably turned on that he had been allowed to fuck this beautiful girl. Wendy took the fingers out of Adi’s mouth and started to finger her own pussy more intensely than before. John slid the vibrator around Adi’s clit and then pressed it. For my part, it was taking all of my former theatrical skills to play the part of the seductive wood nymph instead of the fairy tale monster; to not just sink my teeth into her delicate flesh and feed the hunger that was growing with every second. The veins on her chest and neck pulsed, calling to me with every beat of her fragile, mortal heart. I saw not even the slightest sign of the two puncture wounds on her neck, all completely healed now after three weeks. That creamy flesh, the freckles.