.."The distinct sound of a woman's masturbatory breathing. It's tight and controlled, to increase pleasure, but it's also a bit wild, from the pleasur...."..." ..."She pulls the heavy comforter up and over her shoulders, and leans further into her pillow, which makes her breathing echo in her ears, and the gentle caress of the fabric weighs on her cheek.Lightly stroking now, angling toward the goal but not running dead-out. Her knees curl up over her elbow, and she gets smaller and smaller and. “So, Kelly. Are you horny, or extra horny?”“Regular horny. I behaved myself outside. My fingers only smell like suntan oil. You can check if you like, just to keep me honest.”Dan waved his hands in mock surrender. “No, Kelly, I believe you.”“Good, because I think you do well enough with regular horny. I’m going to shower and get this stuff off me. I’ll be back down, Danny.”“Wear something nice, Kelly. I feel like going out to dinner.”“Like a date? You’ve already had me a few times, so don’t. I don’t think I’ve felt this self-conscious before. I felt the pairs of sixteen and seventeen year old eyes on me all morning, sure that they all noticed the little hitches in my voice when I moved too fast, and I felt the intruder in my pussy, the small tremors that shook my hips each time I sat down or stood up and the flaming blushes that covered my cheeks when thoughts of the foreign object inside me once more managed to push the lesson’s topic aside. When the last bell rang, I had never. Before this the best I could get was some girl from school pumping my cock with her hand, but then I would have to finish the job as they didn’t want my sticky cum on their hands.” Brad lay back contented and for the moment couldn’t have cared less if he got her pussy. “I know there’s more where that came from,” Susan sighed gently stroking his half hard cock in her hand. “I’m going to make your cock hard again then you’re going to ram it as deep as you can.