I wiped myself off as well, more or less. Difficult to do thoroughly with Michael’s come still dripping out of my unsatisfied pussy, but I did try. ... rummaged around for some underwear and had to settle for the panties Michael had been sniffing. And chewing on, from the looks of them. Oh well. Where the hell had I left my clothes, anyway? I pulled on my lab coat and buttoned it up enough to cover. OK, the Dean wanted an interview? I was ready. Shoes. Damn. Seems like I had an extra pair in my. She was known as the blow job queen of the dorm complex. Oh, well… I still enjoyed looking at pictures of women in panties, and fantasizing about what lay beneath the sheer nylon. And, like I did as a young teen, I still liked just looking at panties, even by themselves. Unpremeditated, I stumbled on a new trick. I would go down to the dorm’s basement laundry room to wash my clothes. I frequently would take books with me to study and would sit in the laundry room. I watched girls coming and. At the same time I was sliding my thumb hard into her asshole. Sweat was dripping off of my nose onto her back. “I’m going to cum!” she screamed. “I’m going to cum. Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” There were noises that I had never heard; sounds of pleasure; sounds of pain. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I briefly thought of stopping, teasing her again, but I was too close myself and was not going to last much longer. “I’m cuming! I’m cuming!” Once again, Ellie exploded with pleasure and wonderful noises and. He pushed his hips forward watching his cock disappear into Samantha's pussy and feeling the tight muscles of her cunt grip and hold his prick. He eased himself in slowly, until his balls slapped tightly against her pussy lips and his cock was deep in her pussy.Samantha was panting heavily; it was barely 24 hours since her brother had busted her cherry, now her father's massive cock, rammed hard, up her newly opened cunt to the hilt.She moaned and groaned as her father pumped her and taking her.