H started writing on the blackboard I slid my hand under my skirt and spread my legs holding my panties to the side as I started rubbing my dripping s...it. Right there in a room with about thirty people I was masturbating. What a rush! Slowly seductively I played with my pussy sticking two fingers deep inside then rubbing my juices all over my clit. To get his attention I blew a bubble with my gum. When it popped he turned his head and his eyes landed straight on my pussy. Wanting to yell but. ..her voice, her body, the way she tastes. You make sure the back of your hand brushes her pussy just enough to drive her crazy. She makes a frustrated whine the next time your knuckles just graze her lips, and you laugh and decide to have a little mercy. She gets angry when you laugh, you can see it, and she's strung out enough for you. Stretching back out, you kiss her sulky face and laugh at her again. She opens her mouth - undoubtedly to let you have it - but you stuff your fingers between. ’ She didn’t want to break the delicious spell she could feel developing. Donnie’s hand resumed sliding over her back, with circular motions, caressing her, exciting her. ‘That feels so good, Donnie,’ Melinda murmured. ‘I’m glad you were here. I hate having an uneven tan.’ Donnie kept massaging the oil into her skin. He had no idea touching a woman could make you feel like this. His penis kept swelling and straining in his shorts. He wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to get up and leave.. ”“Oh cool okay.”“And after we’re gonna bring her back here.”“Haha. Whatever.”“I’m serious champ. I been talking to her on facebook, how I was sick and what not and I swear she was flirting with me.”“When? What’d she say?”“Yeah, she messaged me saying she hopes I feel better and that she makes good soup for that. What does she know about making soup? Haha. Anyway, we talked for a while and she told me I gotta try her soup. We wanna try her soup alright, eh champ?”“Are you sure? I mean, I don’t.