I mean, if we tossed the covers back, the room would light up. The post-coital (coital? - Damn you, Sheldon Cooper!) tingles will subside in a bit, bu... that loving glow hasn't. Nope. Hasn't. Not since I first admitted to myself that this was the guy for my life.I trust him. He trusts me.Kara's turn:Kara Sevinsky. That's me. I am five feet four inches tall and I weigh a hundred and six pounds. My hair is brown. Plain brown. At least I got grey eyes (Not blue. Grey.) out of the genetic mash-up. The email that he decided would be his last for the evening was from this kid Timothy Smith, down in Silver Spring. The letter was short and to the point. It read: Dear Mr. Bateman, here are my pictures for your consideration. I am very eager to learn how to be a model and would do everything you told me to do without question. I can be reached by email or after school at (Cell # 301-XXX-XXXX) Please let me know one way or the other, I have not told my grandmother yet, just in case you dont. It craved this hot throbbing presence inside that took over and left me wanting more. Muffled moans escaped through the hot pink material crammed in my mouth making my eyes water. Ripping them out of my mouth, Ben's face snarls and looms over mine "Scream my name. Cum for me." "Ben!!!!!!" I wail out, dragging my nails across his back. The tightened muscles in every limb relaxes before contracting forcefully. My legs lock around his waist, my arms push his head into the crook of my neck and my. Zoe and Beth made way for Wes’ seven inches of thick cock and their eyes widened as he slowly eased himself into Jo’s gaping slit. She groaned once again, and Wes began with some slow deep thrusts accompanied by a low groan or two of his own.Zoe and Anita moved around to behind the table. Zoe was clad only in heels, white stockings and suspenders. She adopted a striking pose, legs apart, cupping her breasts for Wes and fixing him with a smile. Anita followed suit, and let her robe fall from her.