She had admitted to him that when she got home she couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed having me licking and sucking her soaking pussy and then ta...ting all their cum on my cock after!! To be fair I couldn’t stop thinking about this either.The thing that surprised me the most was that she wanted to meet them both again but only if they went out dancing and if she got to see the boys play together. This was certainly not the Marie I knew so now I’m thinking that she had changed so much and I. "Are these yours' Miss Beverly?" demanded Miss Lane.I demurely lowered my eyes and admitted that they were. I could not however, understand how she had discovered them for I had pulled off my nametag and stuffed them behind another girl?s wardrobe in our dormitory."Do you know how they got here?" She persisted."I- I think so Miss Lane Ma-am," I mumbled, deeply embarrassed that my favourite and most intimate pair of frilly panties should be so publicly displayed.Miss Lane continued menacingly,. I was so turned on by that, grabbing her as she yelped playfully, mouthing her.I kissed her so badly, telling her I wanted her for such a long time. She replied in kind. I was going crazy! She moaned as I slipped my hands firmly into her jeans, looking down, as I sucked her neck, at her sexy peach colour thongs.I was looking at her ass in the mirror as she ran her hands through my hair, moaning my name. I tugged her jeans down, to her knees, aggressively lifting her and seating her cold ass on. She was wearing an old t-shirt of mine and nothing else, and I watched her slight movements for a minute - her legs flexing when she placed dishes in the drainer. Her ass was hidden from my view, but knowing it very well I could imagine its motion. Her blond hair was tied up off her neck, and I admired it's graceful curve.I came up behind her and closed my left hand around her throat. I heard her breath catch, and she tensed as if to struggle. I clamped my other hand around her waist, pressing.