I jumped in and turned the steaming water on as i began to stroke my stiff cock. The hot water dripping down me felt so good. My throbbing cock was ...et with water as i imagined fucking the hot girls from school. I rubbed and stroked myself for 10 or 15 minutes, but i just couldn't cum. Then i realized i needed some porn if i wanted to shoot my load. So i dried off and went back to my room. When i opened the door Kevin and his gf Lauren were standing there talking. I said hello, as did. Of coursethe 14 shemales were properly attired, 11wore a plain grey uniform whileLucy and the other 2 shemales who were being trained to become Frenchmaids wore a black short French maids dress, stockings and suspenders,the dress being low cut to allow a perfect view of the wearers everincreasing cleavage. In addition to there maid training, the 3 soon tobe French maids had nightly French language lessons, between 7-30 pm and9pm Monday to Friday.The first 3 years of Lucy's training is now. He knocked on the door of the house then slumped against the door frame, exhausted from his efforts to just reach the shelter of the large covered porch.He heard faint sounds of movement behind the door. A moment later, a handsome young blond haired man opened the door. Jason barely noticed that he was bare foot, wearing a pair of jeans and T-shirt as if he had been in the process of changing his clothing when Jason knocked on the door."I'm sorry to bother you," Jason began, "but my car went. With his left hand clasping a bar, Kelsey’s right hand pushed down the shorts he was wearing, before he started stroking his own knob.With Squat snorting like a bull, Lanky now commenced hurling verbal abuse at Kelsey. Although Kelsey understood very little, Lanky’s tone and diatribe liberally peppered with the word, ‘puta’, left Kelsey in no doubt that he wasn’t being flattered.When Squat’s breathing became laboured, Kelsey was actually quite relieved. The explosion of spunk that soon.