I’d slow down and with a tight grip on her hips she’d be forced to as well. I was changing angles and moving side to side in her tight pussy when ...ll of a sudden she screamed “Oh fuck me! That spot right there, keep hitting that spot right there!!”I had her ass cheeks spread and that sexy little hole was beckoning me so I put my finger in my mouth and rubbed her asshole with my finger, slowly sliding just the tip in and still hitting the spot she liked with my dick.“Ah fuck!” she screamed “What. Dang. But there was still time. The people from the last class wasn’t even out yet.It took four long minutes for everyone to sit down. But no Amelia. At last I stopped hoping. She was ill or something. She just wasn’t here. But at the exact same time she stepped into the class. Five minutes late. She often was when she had played sucker in the recess. Professor Drumpry, our history teacher, mumbled something about Amelia staying after class and then continued the lesson. Amelia sat down on her. Without telling me? My cheeks flushed with excitement. I was so hot and wet and wine-warm that I guess I was easy. Now Mark was moving under my little skirt. His hand hesitated, hoping that this was to be a special evening, waiting for my response. I parted my legs and moved down a little...one ear on the kitchen in case Mark was lying to me but my eyes closing and enjoying the feelings this stranger's fingers sent through me, parting my wet cunt lips. I could feel my nipples harden, his. “It’s fine, really. Let’s do that.””Okay.”She turned to face me, seating herself cross-legged, and I did the same, trying to keep my raging hormones under control. Short-sightedly, I thought about how much masturbation material I’d get out of this. If I was really lucky, I thought, I could grab a quick feel of her ass, maybe brush up against her fantastic tits. I didn’t know how to proceed, though. I sat there, looking at her face framed by her long strands of dark hair, her eyes flashing in a.