Emboldened, he asks; “May I remove these?” though he is already unzipping my blue jeans on his own permission. I stand before him and he studies m... silhouette as the blue jeans drop to the floor. I ask the same of him. “May I remove these?” and he stands to remove his own pants –his long, hard cock now bulging and obvious. I long to take it deep into my throat but I wait, motionless and silent. I want him to take the leadership role now. He pulls me close to himself, our naked chests warm and. -----After we each had a few drinks, he called us a ride home. I was by no means shitfaced drunk, but watching me try and walk on four inch wedges was a laugh. He escorted me to the back of the car and helped me in before pulling me onto his lap. I could feel a nice bulge under me, and I couldn't help but give a playful wiggle of my hips to tease him. He responded with a firm thrust as he grasped firmly at my hips, surprising me enough to bring a sharp moan from me that he took as leeway to. ” She looked at me and dropped her shirt on the floor. She bent over to pick it up. I, being three steps behind her, had an eye-level view of her wet pussy and ass. Acting as if I didn’t hear her, I kept walking and placed my hand on the top of her butt with my thumb in her crack, just above her hole. “I saw this on one of those sex movies too,” I said as I rubbed her ass hole with my thumb. “Wow. You must watch a lot of those.” “When my parents aren’t home, I. She gleamed with her want as Miss Smart swept the whip down again and delivering the hardest stroke yet. Even the other two girl's jumped as the girl squealed with the pain, her slender body now knowingly sweeping forward to allow her pubis to meet the straw. She wriggled like a little mad thing, working hard to reduce the feelings coursing through her bottom. While she wriggled and squirmed, pushing her crotch almost painfully to the harsh straw, Miss Smart turned to a saddle that rested on a.