She wasn't wearing any knickers beneath her shorty nightdress. I could see that her pussy was dripping even before she began stroking it leisurely. "Y...u'd be surprised the depths of debauchery to which the innocent mind plummets when faced with endless staff meetings. Sometimes I feel an almost irresistable urge to strip out of my conservative school teacher outfit in the middle of a staff meeting and just masturbate in front of the head master. Just like this." Samantha enacted a perfect. " To the left of their navel's and just above the waist was a deadly looking red scorpion with a drop of venom depicted on its curled tail. Above it was the word "Death."The five of them marched in single file, spun with military precision in front of one of the air cars, and stood at attention facing the crowd. The next four stepped out and did the same in front of the second air car. This group consisted of Ryan, Summer, Neona, and Erika. The next group stepped out and turned in front of the. My fingers trailed back up her legs, touching the soft skin of her inner thigh and moving beneath her skirt. I walked my fingers, tip by tip, up her thigh. She whimpers softly and clenches her fingers into her palm at the strength of her desire. I move slowly, so slowly, exploring every inch of her inner thighs as she spreads her legs. She can't help it; she wants me to touch her there so badly. She is cleanly shaven except for a well groomed triangle of hair over her mound, but I had not felt. The crowd dissipates and he and I are alone. He is shy, and I have to look at him and smile an invitation for him to come to me.He is perhaps 30, probably married, and blushes as he asks to take my picture. I nod yes, and his paunch jiggles as he circles me, snapping again and again, as if he is afraid I'm a vision and will disappear before he is through. Satisfied (or perhaps out of memory) he breathlessly asks to sit with me. I nod again, and he haltingly tells me of my beauty or the special.