” “I can feel the head, each time you pull back, and then I can feel it going back in again,” Casey said, “I can feel every inch of you.” Sh... took a sharp breath, as I gave a harder, slightly deeper thrust, and added, “There’s just no give at all in that thing, is there? It’s like it’s made of bone.” I continued thrusting just that little deeper, just gently resting the palms of my hands on Casey’s hips, enjoying the feeling of my cock moving back and forth in her sweet pussy, occasionally. Mason leisurely scrolled up in her conversation, his other hand rubbing the bulge in his dress pants. Trixie couldn’t keep her heart from leaping out of her throat. She had her book open on her desk but the words could have been greek for all she knew. She could see him scrolling through her phone, indulging on the erotic texts she had been exchanging with a boy from another class. Not to mention the pictures she had taken both before and during Mr. Mason’s class. Watching him like this made. "I looked at her. "Lauren," I said. "I still have no idea what's happening here. But one thing I know for sure is that I can afford this, and I want to help you get to the bottom of whatever happened. Please — accept this in friendship."She nodded soberly."And," I couldn't help adding, "Front row tickets for your next concert, of course."She looked startled at me for a moment and then grinned merrily. "You got it. And you're just making me feel better now, I know, but you remember this. We did some dives from the low board mounted on the raft then swam back to the dock, pulled ourselves out and I dried Ellie with a large bath towel then she dried me. We went inside and Ellie fixed a light meal of tuna salad sandwiches washed down with bourbon and coke, then we headed for the master bedroom at the top of the stairs. My turn to suck you this time.” I pressed her back on the bed spreading her long legs so O could first run my tongue over her inner thighs working my way to her.