Jenny could only watch inpanic as the tentacle wriggled through the bubbles towards her crotch.She could only faintly make out its shape through all t...e suds, butimmediately knew where it was when something brushed against her clit.The tentacle forced itself past her vaginal lips, and upon clearing thefolds began to suck itself into Jenny's womanhood. Jenny, still in thethroes of passion, could only moan violently in response as her hipsbucked; she could barely think as she felt a strange. Schmidt on top of the other one. She thought she had reacted quickly enough to save the situation. And she had if it had only been about the contents of the books and their continued secrecy. But for Fred it had never been about his curiousity concerning the books. No his curiousity was about how tight was Nancy’s little lamby pie.She realized after a few seconds that Mr. Schmidt had no pants on. She lifted her face up to talk to him. That was when he kissed her. She tried to pull away from him. "A friend sir, since early childhood. I suspected he was low in the rankings."Fadil typed on his monitor for a moment. "Fourth percentile, not even close. You should have known you had no chance of pushing him above the cutoff."I was properly chastised. "Yes sir, agreed."Fadil looked at me. "Ilias, your defensive skills are world class. Seriously, if defense were everything, you could compete in the world competitions right now. You're that good. And nobody is ignoring the fact you were the. I could feel my bare snatch, sticky and loose between my legs. I felt hollow in my pelvic region, and I remembered his giant cock I had taken inside of me.I shot a groggy look at John, naked and sleeping beside me on the opposite end of the couch. He still looked average and amazing at the same time. His long legs hung open from the edge of the couch, his arms laying across that broad chest of his. My panties still hung around his thick neck like a necklace. I watched the rise and fall of his.