Don't youagree?" OK, I guess so mom. I love pancakes and waffles and bacon though,couldn't we at least make them once in awhile?" Yes, dear, we girls...have to reward ourselves from time to time forthe sacrifices we make to look beautiful, don't we?" she said with asmile.I forced myself to eat some yogurt, went upstairs to shower, than puton my pink robe that Tiffany had given me as a present, and went to mydresser to pick out my clothes for ballet class. I had worn myfavorite combo of the. "I... Oh Sir? I didn't mean to... I'm sorry." You didn't mean to do what, Sally?" Oh Mr. Best... I don't know?" and she shuddered as her teacher's hand slid slowly higher up between her legs. She started to close them but as she did his eyes narrowed and she thought better of what she should... could do. The pulse at the juncture of her thighs was growing stronger again, almost as if a hand was actually on it instead of being a foot or more away. She shivered at the sensation as his fingers. He could sense rather than hear some movement, followed by louder groans and more hurried whispering. It took all of his will power for him not to turn around to see what was taking place in the bed across from his.This went on for at least another forty five minutes. Both girls had started moaning by then, and Ed no longer had to wonder what was happening in the room. He could hear them more clearly now, and they weren't taking any precautions to try to cover up what they were doing. The room. You go, girl! Take that cock as far back as you possibly can.I did and, as Derek’s moans increased, his cock grew even harder. I played with his balls and he put his hands on my head. Suddenly, his balls contracted and a hot, funny-tasting liquid shot down my throat. I had to swallow and, as I did, Derek shot three more loads before he pulled out.“Holy shit, you can suck cock.”With the back of my hand, I wiped away a few drops of cum from my lips. “Thanks, that was actually my first time.”I.