They were dressed in jeans and t-shirts. They brought their uniforms with them and hung them in my closet. I was watching the bullfights on TV. Sam an... Kelly were girls from the Midwest U.S. They came from big families with several brothers and sisters. When they would come to work and change into their uniforms they would do it in my room with me watching them. I had seen both of them naked many times before. Sam was a light brown haired, big breasted, wide hipped farm girl. She had a body. We made eye contact; she smiled. She obviously had thoughts about driving me insane that day. It relaxed me. I smiled, took one long slow perusal of my favorite half of her, and leaned against the wall.She was flushing when I made eye contact again. I started small talk about whatever it is that high school kids talk about. I made a conscious effort to relax her. I was too close to a naked Maria to risk blowing it. The rest of our classmates joined us eventually; I did my best to fade as far. Does this make you more comfortable?” she asked, her voice breathy.“No,” I said, required to think about every muscle it took to get that word out. It involved the lungs, the throat, jaw, and tongue, even my lips, which I had to lick before I could speak at all. That one-word sentence was punctuated by an exclamation point made up of another of my muscles, which was trying to break free of an old jock strap and pair of Fruit of the Looms.It was then that Hannah returned from the kitchen, to see. Lightly blowing on her pussy, I skipped it over to bathe her entire bikini area with my tongue. Without even touching her pussy, she was groaning, but I could see her eyes were on fire. She looked down at me, and with a throaty grunt, she said the two words that every man longs to hear: “Fuck me!” I decided not to pass on her invitation and sank my cock deep into her dripping cunt, much to our mutual delight. This was not slow sensual love making. This was hardcore fucking. This was animal and.