Of particular interest this morning was her breasts. They were rather large especially for her age. And this morning they really looked amazing under ...er nightshirt. It was the same nightshirt from all the other encounters; but for some reason, he really felt an extra tingle as he looked at her mammaries. He imagined it was primarily because she wasn't wearing a bra. This was obvious because they were falling down towards her side and the nipples were protruding obviously through the light blue. ”“Like this? You mean that now that you belong to this cock, too?”“Hmmmmmm … yes” I kiss the head and take it into my mouth again and suck on the heard, “yes, now that I belong to this cock, too. The psychological ramification of it, yes.”“Do you need to cum, Michele?”“Oh, yes … yes, I do, please, Sir.”The two of them exchange looks and Tim nods to Anthony. It is Anthony who responds, “Then lay back, open your legs and get yourself off in front of us. Then maybe you can concentrate on attending. Now I found it easier to keep with her gyrations, her hips moving side to side, then up and down as I worked her over. And she was looking down at me, her face pure lust as I ate her out. And we both knew exactly what this weekend was really all about. I wanted to fuck her, and she wanted me to fuck her. This was nothing like love, but also far different than the commercial transactions I had been doing since I got back.Lust, but not love. Affection, but not apathy. Finally, I felt her hips. "God that's good!" John gasped.Distracted from Rebecca's sucking, he watched as Sarah was fastened to a bench, and Miss Marshall lowered the end where her head lay to lift her bottom up high into the air. Sarah wept fitfully, begging between sobs to be given another chance.Miss Marshall positioned Sarah's thighs under her body, then turned the bench, enough so the mirrors reflected her lovely cunt and anus which were now perfectly exposed between her little bottom cheeks.Once more picking up.