But there it is,this is what I've got to do. I guess the teacher wants us to thinkabout what makes us the kind of people we are, personality, socialba...kground, all that stuff. So here I am trying to dictate some notes.If I burble away enough maybe I'll get some ideas. But what can I say?I'm an ordinary girl. I'm Amy Gardner, I'm sixteen, my likes are...mydislikes are...blah, blah, blah. I live with my mum, just the two of ussince Dad died. That's my stepdad, not my real dad. Daddy. When Jessica slid her thumb over her clit, Amber about jumped into the air. Oh God, fuck&hellip,.. Jessica continued to finger fuck her, not saying anything in response to Ambers jolt. She pushed her fingers in deeply. Her thumb continued to glide of her clit. I imagine Jessica could feel my daughter ready to orgasm, because she abruptly pulled her finger free of her pussy. The act left Amber whimpering and panting. Jessica put the finger to her lips and slowly sucked the juices from it. So. When they were done, I got the feeling everyone was standing around looking at me, naked, white, with my wet cunt flapping out in the open for everyone to see. “Do you want to get pregnant, whore?”“Yes, Sir,” I replied, and everyone laughed. I felt my lips open as a cock forced its way up into my cunt. Soon I was getting my brains totally fucked out. It was like constant sex, one cock after another. I’d feel a guy’s cock throb as he came in me, then he’d pull out and another cock would go in. I. I'll bet he had a set of my favorite muscles. The ones on the hips that lead your thoughts downward. Love those. "How-dy!" I play along. "Like to join me?" He looks me up and down appraisingly. There's no hiding the fact that he's interested in the goods, but we have a fun game we play. We enjoy dancing around our obvious sexual tension, with innuendo and subtle (and not so subtle) flirtations. "Don't mind if I do," he drawls. I laugh lightly. "And how are you, this fine evening?" He is now.