“I can’t believe you just did that. I call this peer pressure.” A few seconds later, Zoey also sat with her t-shirt and bra in-hand. She dropped...them into her book bag just as Emma had. Luke’s eyes were the size of saucers. He muttered, “I can’t top that.”When Dave glanced back to Barbara and Kellie, they both handed him their t-shirts across the bar. Apparently, neither had been wearing a bra.Dave emphasized to the three students, “You do NOT need to participate in the after-dinner activities. Occasionally one would become too aggressive, demanding sex with her, but all it took was a little coaxing to convince the man that his hand would bring the same results as her vagina. With the handsome ones it was different, for Ertha enjoyed sex and made no excuses for it. But above all, she was a business woman who was dedicated to the ideal that women need not prostitute themselves to the streets or an office job to create a generous living. No, Ertha could do it all at home... and Julie. As I went upstairs to finish my essay that tingling sensation began to return. I had committed myself to going to collect my books but Jamie knew nothing of this. Would he be horrified if the little girl whose cherry he had just popped turn up on the doorstep. Or worse, if his wife opened the door. So many scenarios filled my mind but once I had sat down and calmed myself I decided on the innocent option. Having heard the doors close the my parents’ and brother’s bedrooms I hurriedly stripped. Watching Brad's other hand move slowly up and down her leg. Watch Jane part her legs to allow him easier access. Easier access to her wet cunt. Peter bit his lip with frustration and desire. His eyes were fixed on Brad's hand, imagining that it was his, his own hand stroking, moving, sliding, getting closer to its goal.Brad was taking it slowly, moving his hand up, and then back, getting higher each time. She closed her eyes, willing the hand to move further each time. She sighed with pleasure.