Uh, have such a beautiful woman, even one as wet as you are, drop in tonight." I thought that was pretty lame excuse for staring at her tits but she d...dn't seem to mind at all. She took the smaller towel and began drying her hair, then stopped and I noticed a change in her face as she obviously had a thought."Well that is very kind of you Mark; I know how I must look." Ah... well I've always thought that you were..."She put her finger to her lips to silence me then she slowly rose out of the. Truth be told, I could sit anywhere and the area would have cleared out. It was so obvious, sometimes I smelled myself to make sure it wasn't a body odor thing."His name is Mateo, Bailey."I turned to stare at the cheerleader table. I could have called the cheer crowd, jocks, and popular kids the bane of my existence, but I was so far beneath their notice that being picked on was a step up.Magdalena Ramos put a hand on Bailey Rose's shoulder, "He's in our year."Bailey's blue eyes struggled to. With a sigh, I allowed my pussy to swallow his cock whole. At first, he was being quite the gentleman (not something I'm used to) asking me things like, "you okay?", "want me to slow down?" while he slowly worked his length in and out of me, but as my ass began to loosen up he started to drill me faster. Now, the gentleman had gone away and he was greedily jerking his cock off with my anus. He gripped my shoulders with both hands and pumped my ass so hard and fast that his balls were slapping. Somehow I managed to make it into to her bedroom without falling over."Sit down in the chair at the makeup table," she commanded.Easier said then done. Everytime I tried to sit down I ended up with a pile of ruffles to fight with. Mrs. Smith watched my struggle with amusement."Here, try sitting down this way," which she then showed me. Her way ended up working better then mine and I was able to sit without having my dress sticking up. The chair I sat down on already had a soft cushion but all.