Normally after her evening shower, she did not wear her bra. But this time she did. However, I knew her pattern. She did not wear her bra when sleepin... and the next morning, she always wore the same shirt she went to bed in. She would change her shirt only after the afternoon shower, and that was after cooking lunch. Yes, I had been observing. It was because I had been peeking at her tits.This got my hopes up that she might be braless in the pink blouse after all. The next morning I came. Indeed there were days when in the course of a normal day several girls were slippered, strapped or caned. As I think I’ve mentioned before, most girls including myself found the sight of others being beaten a considerable turn on and this day’s events were having their usual effect on my juices. My downfall was my already high expectations of my evening’s date and I just got carried away.My skirt had ridden up my thighs under my desk and without thinking what I was doing I was rubbing my right. Thanks, Owen, that felt so fucking good having you do it for me, and I think my cock got harder towards the end.”Some of his copious load was running down my hand, and when Henry went to the bathroom, I couldn’t resist licking it off. It was a little bitter from the booze, but tasted a lot like my cum, which I eat out of Emma’s pussy after we fuck. He came back and I moved to let him back into the middle, as he whispered, “Fuck, man, that was fantastic, and we can talk more about it later.”I. So elegant, so beautiful, I could not hang on. as you walked in my room I got down on my knees, asking for forgiveness up close to your feet.you grabbed my arm and pulled me up, told me its alright with such an innocent smile :)my dick was still so hard, I could not help but feel embarrassed. with your soft smooth hands climbing down my manly chest. you whispered "itll be ok, ill do anything to help". you unzipped my pants and went down on your knees and with one hand you grabbed my thick hot.