Welcome to the first edition of Girls Gone Wild."Actually, Mavis was looking forward to getting this over with. She had no last minute change of heart...about matters, but was finding it kind of nerve wracking, especially with all the onlookers. She wanted to do it and get it over with, period. But there was a great deal of curiosity in her mind, 'What would it be like to see herself jilling off in front of the camera? Especially when she came the way she knew they wanted her to.'"Cut!" Barely. What am I thinking about?? Of course they are -- Susan knows she's got nice tits and she's like any woman with a good self-image -- she's going to showcase her best assets. And Susan does that job well.I finally had an opportunity to get to know Susan much better one day after school when I was visiting with a childhood friend of mine who was the principal. Susan had been substituting and I noticed her in one of the classrooms as I was walking to leave the building."Hi, Susan, I didn't know you. “Let`s give her a seventh!” John put in.She barely heard them, aware of their presence only as an audience to make what she was doing ever ruder.Her eyes were closed, her fingers working on her quim, her head full of the cool, squashy feeling of the pulp in her vagina and over her breasts. When a thick, soft cock was placed in her hands she instinctively began to tug at it, realising it belonged to Harold only when it had stiffened to impossible large proportions. By then she was close to. I looked at Kathy, and it was like she was reading my mind and I blushed, and so did she. I knew we were both thinking the same thing, and it wasn't about posing, but my lunch period was almost up, so I knew there wasn't time and gathered up the leftovers."Here, before you dash off, take a shot at this." She uncovered the shapeless lump of clay."What should I do?" Just squish it, push it around, roll it up, flatten it out, punch it, whatever you want. It's a great way to relieve stress."So I.