It was Friday afternoon, so many of the students were already out of class and had left for their weekend activities. I sank into myself as I breathed...deeply and watched the world turn black.The trees winked out, the flowers receded. Even the colors near me that Gramma said were illuminated by my own aura faded into black.It was peaceful.I was detached from the world around me, safely within the fortress of my mind where the chaos couldn’t touch me.Over the past several months, I had been. ”Bruce takes his hands and joins mine in stroking his hard shaft, as we fondle his scrotum. Our hands move together, exploring every inch of his cock and balls.Taking my hands away, I ask, “Bruce, hand me the soap.”Bruce hands me the bottle and I squirt the soap onto his back. Pressing against his muscular back, I spread the soap around, using my breasts. I move slowly down to his tight ass, continuing to spread the soap over his butt cheeks with my breasts.“Let go of your balls, use both hands. " You wouldn't. - Pour me some more wine." Look, he's going down on her, now." Mmmm." Stop squirming. You're acting like a little slut." Don't you like your pussy licked?" Well, sometimes." Sometimes?" Ok, as often as possible." I thought you weren't admitting to anything." Hmmph." He's fucking her now." I can see. And stop squirming. You're going to wear a hole in that chair." Sorry." How many positions can a couple possibly screw in?" I don't know, but her tits sure wobble in that one." God,. She could hear your groans and my moans. She held on to a post, steadying her weak knees. Her fingers worked themselves into her bottoms and she found herself wet and wanting. As she watched our bodies, her fingers went to work. Without missing a beat, you quickly flipped me over, face down on the picnic table and drove your shaft back into me. The rough wood stung my sensitive nipples, giving me a strange new pleasure. The cock inside me expanded, throbbing and pulsing. You grabbed my hair and.