She was jutting her tits out for me as if offering them up for more of my hands’ work. I obliged her too… I love the feel of a woman’s tits - th... soft creamy texture, the malleability. And even more important, the women seem to like it as well! Chrissie’s moans and mewls told me I was doing right by them. I spent a few moments there with “the girls” and then moved down to softly rub her belly. With the flat of my hand, I moved in a slow zig-zag pattern down her stomach to her hips, then a drew. . Cassie?" Marcie asked tentatively. "Are you sure you're all right? You don't need to see the..." I'm fine, Miss Fuller," Cassie said a bit loudly. "Um, sorry. I'll be getting along to my next class. Bye."She quickly turned and fled again.Cassie now understood that something was seriously wrong concerning Marcie, and it had something to do with the Principal. She had wondered why Principal Bendon had remained largely silent through everything that was happening at the school. Was she instead. Over and over again as he sits on the couch he was just sobbing in fifteen minutes previous to what had just happened. I stand up and walk towards him stopping to fix the crumpled up persian rug he had stumbled over making sure nothing was out of place incase anyone were to walk in. I stand in front of him my crotch at his face level, looking down at him waiting for an explanation for what had just happened. He looks at my crotch then looks up at me and asks me to sit next to him on the brown. With her tacit approval, I cupped that delicate orb in my palm, my thumb on reconnaissance for that perky nipple that I knew was here somewhere. Finally attaining my objective, I lightly rubbed my thumb over it, eliciting a soft, lusty moan from Brandy‘s throat. For some reason, I froze on the spot.“If you’re waiting for a step-by-step manual on how to feel up my tits, there isn’t one. You’re on your own.” she whispered to me softly, then kissed me again, harder, more passionately, and with an.