At first there were only a few drops but he kept at it and soon came out torrents of milk. It sprayed out like a garden sprinkler, in different direc...ions. More and more squirted out as he squeezed me, as if my milk entranced him. He squirted more and more and then he let go and pushed my hand away. He walked back to the couch and sat on it.“Take those fucking clothes off and ride my cock slut!” he ordered and I did as soon as I could. I ripped off my dress and stood there naked and walked. I take it out of my pocket and hand it to her. I can't believe this is happening!"Now, you take of your shirt, and I'll take off mine." She said.I wasted no time. I ripped it off and placed it on the floor. I then watched her take hers off, exposing her huge breasts cradled in a pink sports bra."Wow. You have abs kid!" She said, as she placed her hand on my abs and felt them. Yet another reason why I should have a girlfriend, but don't,"Well, thanks. You have great tits!" I said."Tell me. Holland said.Debra very nervously slipped off her dress and laid it neatly on the dresser. She was standing in front of a complete stranger in only her garter belt, stockings, and high heels.“I see that you don’t trim the pretty dark-brown hair on your pussy. It’s more natural. I like that,” the man said while taking off his clothes.Debra laid down on the bed, on her back, and spread her very sexy legs while Mr. Holland took out a condom and rolled it on his fully erect manhood. She closed her. Remembering my anatomy lessons and what I had read on the Internet, my mouth moved upward in search of her clit. Finding the small flap of skin just above her opening, I gave it a quick flick, feeling the flap peel back slightly and rub at the small bud beneath. Her hips bucked under me and I felt her arch her back, both of which were good signs to continue. I lapped at her consistently, feeling her squirm beneath me. My teacher was much less concerned with staying quiet than I was, screaming.