I kept rubbing and rubbing, thinking about my sister with her hands on her little twat...“Havin' fun there?” My sister asked me. I stopped my jerk...ng, to the dismay of my penis, and nodded. I realized it had just been a few seconds. “Do you mind if I masturbate too?” She asked. “Do whatever you want.” I told her. She nodded, and rolled my desk chair over to the foot of my bed. Then she propped her feed up on my bed and spread her legs so I full view of her aching pussy. I could see that she was. Asking him something which Jerome nodded in agreement Marisa leaned over his dick. Lowering her head I watched as she ran her tongue up, down, and all over it. Then she slid the head between her lips and into her mouth as she began giving him a blow job. I could see Marisa's head bobbing on his cock doing her best to give him pleasure. She looked like she was doing a good job at it too until Jerome grabbed her hair pulling Marisa's mouth off. He said something to her then she moved further up. I didn't believe in locking the students out if they're late. But I do believe in detention. As I was pondering things they could do to make up for their tardiness, I walked over to hear Stephanie's latest excuse. "Hello Mr. Benson," Stephanie purred. I tried not to smile as she continued on, "We're terribly sorry we are late, but we had to study for the test that I just couldn't wait to take today." Nicely played on her part. Maybe I won't give them detention for the effort. I sighed. "Just. Kurt’s hands gripped her hips in encouragement. She began to cry out as their rhythm quickened, soft soprano sounds. The air in the room seemed to grow colder. She felt the whisper of a breeze across her lower back, and shivered with delight. Kurt’s hands had moved to her breasts working her nipples. Finally, she came to the moment of release, emitting a high pitched note, matched by a silvery sustained tone from the piano. Gasping for air her and Kurt exchanged a glance and looked over at the.