Lydia paused for a moment before blushing and joining Austin in the back seat.“Listen,” Lydia started, gently brushing her hand against Austin’s...bare six-pack abs. “I don’t normally do this, but you’re really cute and after, well... after what you saw, I’m just so - “ Austin cut her off by grabbing the back of her neck, pulling her in close, and passionately french kissing her. He was still desperately craving sex and wanted to finish inside Lydia’s pussy before Tilston got them to the school. She is a one man woman to say the least. But I had cravings. Lots of cravings. One of my main fantasies over the years had been: meeting with a bloke, and shafting him until he spurted all over my face. Yes, I wanted to be covered in some bloke’s cum. Not any bloke’s cum though. The two men that fuelled my fantasy was Terry and Steve. I did try and find them on facebook but with no success. Eight years after I first met Steve and Brigitte, I eventually dug out their email address from some. Jack doesn't seem to know anyone else other than Caleb, and now me. We have been standing close like this for a while when he reaches behind me and puts his hand on my upper back.I think about moving away, but I'm frozen in place like a deer in the headlights. Jack brings his hand down my back until it stops at the top of my ass. Frozen in place I try to breathe. I find I cannot. Then his hand moves down and cups my ass. I sprint across the room to Caleb.Breathlessly I tell Caleb what just. I suck on a nipple as she nibbles an earlobe. Our cunts are moving against each other; we are hungry for more. We find the bed and use fingers and tongues to explore the minutia of each other’s cunts. As I lick her clitoris I notice that her left inner labia is bruised, a rough lover perhaps. She nibbles my labia gently at first, and then more roughly, maybe that is how she got the bruise. I pick at a piece of dead skin and trace a vein with my tongue. My hand is slender and I probe deep inside.