”“And didn’t tell me?”“You’d never have taken the time this morning to clean up and make your bed if you knew we already had the passes. N...w comb your hair and let’s get out of here. Honestly, I don’t know why they ever sent you to a military academy.”“You know why. We lost. We didn’t even know we were in a competition and we lost. Lonnie Porras got the cushy position. The brown-noser.” The boys picked up their duffles, closed and locked the door, and headed toward the school transport office. She obviously needed a good fucking and I was trying to find a way of giving it to her. One day my wife went out early and asked me to pick up some stuff from Cathy sometime that day. I’d seen Bill and Emma go out so thought I’d knock early in the hope she might not be dressed. Even better, she came to the door in a robe with a towel round her head, clearly having just got out of the shower. I told her what I wanted and she said she’d go and get it. Quietly I slipped in behind her and closed. .FUCK!”Her whole body quivers and her legs squeeze the shit out of my head, her pussy exploding her juices in my mouth, but I hang on and just keep on licking, hoping at some point I can come up for air. Eventually the quivering stops and she lays back down. “Stop licking, god please stop” she says as she pushes my head away from her. I get in one last hard lick and she sits up and shakes and yells “OH GOD ANOTHER, FUUUUCKKK”. Jemma sits there for a second, her head hanging, her hands. Finally, Deanne descended the stairs. When Brent saw her he let out a long whistle. Deanne was dressed in a short, schoolgirl, plaid skirt and dark sweater. She wore high heels with ankle straps, no stockings, and a black ribbon choker around her neck. Brent could see the outline of her beautiful breasts under the sweater. Her nipples were already rock hard and strained at the confines of the sweater. Deanne glanced around to make sure no one was watching and reached between Brent's legs and.