A few more bootings to the face, chest and digester and he was "out for the count" we cheered.As we strolled with adrenaline and the old moloko+ doing...the backstroke through our veins we headed to Maths for the next "superior". We entered the classroom, not bothered about anyone hearing or seeing us as the next populated room is in another area of the building. So we burst into the room mask first terrifying the old cow into shocks and the classic pleading for mercy. Without a second thought. So, I learned to talk aboutclothes, jewelry, movie stars, recipes, and yes, even babies. At work andat home I already began to read women's magazines, the grocery storytabloids and the food section in the daily newspaper. Therefore, when wewere at lunch, I felt comfortable fitting right into their conversations.Howard seemed surprised that I was able to do this, as he already wasjust 'one of the girls'. When we got back to class, the girls told methat I was fun to be with, and if I didn't have. Her right hand reached down and she fingered her clitoris. Soon she felt it begin, and it caught her by surprise by its speed and intensity. An orgasm so powerful that her head felt like it was exploding. She heard him groan loudly as he climaxed too, sending his sperm shooting into her. She pounded up and down on him, her body demanding more, fucking him with an a****listic abandon that was new to her. Through clenched teeth she hissed expletives, calling her uncle all the dirty words she. I slid my hands around to grab her sexy ass as her moans and squeaks got higher and higher in pitch. I started pulling at her ass, and pushing up hard with my hips trying to send myself as far up her juicy passage as I could go. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.Within a few strokes I was sent over the top. I felt my penis suddenly lurch and a great pressure within me release as I spewed wad after wad of my cum deep into Aunt Betty’s sucking pussy. She broke our lip-lock to cry out in a loud.