. you fucking bitch." He remained squatted and still as my cock slid in and out of him, my balls slapping his ass as i angry fucked him. "I'm going to...cum... fuck im going to cum..." I repeated over and over. "Cum in me... cum in my ass... cum in my asshole..." he went ahead and grabbed my face and this time kissed me all over, sloppily licking my lips and then biting my lips. "You fucking bitch! fuck! you fucking bitch im cumming!!" I yelled. My cock pulling back as i started to pump cum in. By now, we had already performed a Shakespearean play together, so I already knew everyone well and until then, no one in particular had sparked my interested. Then there was Michael. Michael was 17 and an extremely confident, loud and hilarious drama student who every one knew, loved and aspired to. Girls wanted to be with him and guys wanted to be him. He wasn’t traditionally good looking but he had this serious inner sexiness that I could never quite put my finger on. He had light brown wild. I had, moreover, brought with me everything I had managed to garner in my eleven years at the College.I had not expected to find much of interest, nor anything I urgently required. However, the merchant obviously recognized my craft, possibly from my dress; and greeted me politely. Trading pleasantries, he somehow managed to whisk me into his tent; a bit of previously unencountered magic worthy of a great Mage.Having obtained privacy, this worthy merchant then produced a rather shabby,. Others sat at picnic tables or on blankets on the ground, and more than a few girls were out in their bikinis sunbathing. There were two bathrooms that anchored either end of the park.I surveyed the scene, a lion seeking out which gazelle on the Serengeti, or whatever the fuck those plains in Africa were called, was vulnerable. And there were a lot of mighty fine looking gazelles! Tall, petite, big tits and small. Some had great asses, others had legs that any coonhound would love to hump..