"Smokehouse Turkey Panini with a..." I hesitated. Alana didn't seem likea soda drinker, at least not at lunch."A bottle of water," I said, ordering wh...t I thought would be right.The redheaded object of my unrequited affections punched in the orderthen looked up to tell me the price."Alana?" she asked. "Alana Carlysle, is that you?"I just looked at her, dumbfounded. Panera Bread Girl knew who I was."It's me," she continued. "Sara Carpenter. From Hartt?"Hartt... where Alana had gone to school for. Your breathing quickened, your hips pushing quicker against my mouth…you were in the throes of cumming. I stopped, and before you could protest I sat in my chair, and pulled you on top of me.“Guide my cock into you!” I whispered, though too loudly I thought. You reached between your legs, grabbed my cock and sat back on me, guiding it past your lips. You hesitated for a brief moment; you loved the feeling of my head entering you and your pussy forming around me.“Don’t move…let me do the work so. Slightly part your legs. I will cover your eyes to flter the light. Kusis and I will begin your lesson for today."The warm morning air caressed my body. My nipples were hard. I could feel the cum dripping out of me. I did as instructed. Jaslyn oiled her hands and gently massaged my legs and lower abdomen. Her hands felt like butterflies on my skin. With each stroke I felt her long braid fall off her shoulders and brush my body. I was hot. Soon I felt Kusis hands on me, touching me not like his. It was decided they would play two-on-two in the shallow water. Tara was okay with this -- It still gave her a chance to keep from being overly exposed to the guys, but what she hadn’t counted on was the touching.Max and John squared off against Daren and Tara. It was more like playing keep-away from the opposing team. A few minutes into the game, Tara was realizing that Max and John were using every opportunity they could to feel her up or rub themselves up against her. To her dismay, it was.