On Monday when Mr. Roberts had fucked her after school she had been driven to orgasmic 'deliriums', now Mr. Roberts fucking her after school was just ... part of her daily life, admittedly a very enjoyable part of her daily life. She understood that the day would come when the rising tide of sexual excitement would peak, and that she would be condemned to spend every day of her life trying to reach that peak again.Fran finished dressing and as she sat on the edge of her bed waiting for her. I kissed her deeply as she grabbed for my pants, she undoes one button and with her weight pulls them down with her. She started kissing my dick, starting from the tip then down the sides before she pulled me into her mouth. I ripped off my shirt and lifted her up. We kissed and I could taste myself on her. I scratched her hips and dragged my nails to her ass, lifting her up. She put her weight against the rack and climbed a few shelfs until her pussy was in my face and her legs where wrapped. What the... ?! "No. Not yet. Must clean the smell off you. The lions..." he whispered harshly. He pushed the orange at my crotch. He was right again. I grabbed some of the orange and began wiping myself where I could reach. His rough caloused hands were already there. Rubbing the juicy orange into my pubic hair, between my legs. Squeezing it against my thighs. There were no sexual thoughts in either of us. Just a need to erase the smell ... overpower it with something natural.The orange pulp. Even surrounded by the rest of my harem where the average cup size was a sizable D, she’d never felt like she was lacking or overlooked.“I love your cute little tits. They’re so perky.”“Aww, you say the sweetest things,” she replied happily, tugging at my jeans.I lifted my butt, letting her pull my jeans and boxers down together, my cock springing free to stand at attention. Lacey rubbed my cock across her chest, leaving a wet trail of my precum in its wake.“I might not be able to use my tits.