First, let me give you a present.”Megan slipped on a tank top and a pair of athletic shorts, both of which now fit snugly against her body. She pull...d down the tank top, making sure her cleavage was on full display. Then she walked into the hall.A boy with long, greasy brown hair in a hand-me-down army jacket and ugly black jeans was knocking on the door across the hall, his back turned to Megan.“Amy,” he said. “Are you there? I’ve got your glasses.”He repeated this over and over again. Amy was. And suddenly it was over as the ache in my jaw became noticeable, the fragrant wetness on my face drying as I rest, my head on her thigh. I patiently linger for the reciprocation, my cock hard in anticipation, yet softening some in the wait. The ups and downs of it all feels so fleeting, from the exhilaration of watching her in complete pleasure, to the deflation of selfishly waiting for ‘my turn.’ Unless of course you try the fumbling give and take, take, take, of simultaneous, both settling. She smiled at Tom, walked to the corner of the table in front of him, slipped her bum onto it and placed both her legs on the chair. “Lick me,” she said, “I really need a good licking,” she said with pleading eyes as she fingered her pussy right in front of him. Tom turned towards her. She looked absolutely gorgeous and her breasts were divine as they hung from her body. Laura placed a hand behind her to prop herself up on the table and fingered her pussy with the other. Laura grinned in Tom’s. Presently, he began to buck and writhe slowly, one arm reaching for thin air as the other gripped the base of his cock. Beside her, Anna sat back in the chair, regarding Julia with the look of quiet satisfaction of a professional at her work. Arthur kissed and kneaded Sahirah’s breasts. Her skin tasted sharp from perspiration, and had a faint, lingering flowery scent. Slowly, Sahirah impaled herself on Arthur’s penis, taking it deep inside her with a satisfied sigh. Arthur felt her body press.