He smirked and pulled at Holmes's trousers, they slid down his thighs, releasing his hardened member; the tip already glistening with his need. He pus...ed it into Watson's inner thigh to stop himself from climaxing right there and then. Watson moaned at the contact.He hastened to remove his own trousers; the pressure between his legs becoming almost painful. Holmes didn't let go of him as he shimmied out of his slacks and kicked them away.Holmes pulled him back flat against him. Their two bodies. With the same sense of impatience of a child anticipating Christmas, He took the time to get his best clothes cleaned and brushed. For himself, He spent $2.00 for a sit-down, hot water bath. Followed by a haircut and shave.That night he avoided Bart’s saloon and the usual poker game. He ordered a light dinner be sent to his room, but ate little of it.Before sunrise the next day, He rose and began preparing. With all the care and attention to detail of a matador, Joshua dressed for the day. As. Araceli giggled.“Who isn't?” Adile, the Turkish lesbian, murmured. “That would be a hot lesson. I could show everyone how to eat pussy by devouring yours, Monica.”“Do you really want to?” asked Monica. “I still have Johana's cum in me from fourth period. All nice and juicy in me.”My ears burned.“Okay, Ms. Herberts,” my mom said, shaking her head, her fiery curls dancing about her face, “you're up. Get up here and get naked.”“Sure, Miss Jordan,” Samantha said, bounding from her chair, her blue. She hadn't. Until a month ago she had been focused solely on her studies.Marianne sighed and grabbed Allison's ponytail. "You suck, I'll bob."Without any time to reply, Allison's face was shoved down on Sanjesh's crotch and painfully yanked back by a tug of her hair over and over to the sound of the *glug* she made when the cock's head poked at her tonsils.She was doing a terrible job, even with Marianne's "help" but having the cute new girl's mouth as a warm cockhole was more than enough for.