She was still naked but very much warmer now and quite comfortable. The sun had shone through the bathroom window onto her body, its beams dancing wit... subtle brilliance off her skin's smooth lustre with its delicately fine covering of tiny red-gold hairs, each one a minute and coruscating jewel, gleaming in the summer light. She had seen herself in the mirror and the sin of Vanity had immediately seized her in its grip! She looked good! Oh, my word, but DID she EVER look good!If the obsessed. “Is there a problem here Mr. Sloan,” Ms. Yearling the principal asked. She looked down her nose at the boy, face pleasantly blank but you could tell from her voice she disliked the boy. At six feet tall long blonde hair, a toned gymnast’s body, her breasts no more than a handful and the blue ice chips that were her eyes she made a very intimidating sight. She looked like some ancient amazon warrior woman dressed in dress pants and a silk blouse staring down at the boy as if trying to push him. It was longer than Jay's and thinner. And it seemed to be covered with a thick coat of black hair.As she watched, his cock began to harden, and its tip, pink and wet, began to extend from the furry sheath. She realized briefly that she was mixing Pagan's cock up with Professor Wells', but it didn't matter. She had rolled the washcloth into a tight little cylinder, and was trying to ram it up inside her pussy. She squatted slightly, pulling the lips of her pussy even further apart.She began to. As I stared at this beautiful site I heard a small cough and looked up to find I was busted or so I thought. I felt embarrassed until she asked me to massage them for her I scooted closer to the table to receive my blessings. As I rubbed her feet I hear her release small sighs and occasionally curl her toes in my hand. I scooted even closer to let her feel my monster on the soles of her feet. She pulled back at first but quickly returned her lovely beauties to my lap. I placed her toe on.