) Sara was cleaning up after dinner I had to get dressed up in my carharts as I work for a telecom company and it was cold as all hell outside. Sara c...me into the bed room and mentioned she was a little uncomfotable being left alone with Chuck after the boat ride ( he had made several dirty comments to her after that day all of which I loved to hear about. I told her dont worry yes he is rude but he wouldnt hurt you. I mentioned to Chuck to behave himself as I was gone. I left for a long night. Suddenly, I was like, 'Hello?' This is no run of the mill conducting student. After a few minutes, I almost thought you were someone famous Gary had brought in to mess with us. But you didn't look old enough. And yet, there you were, conducting like Solti or something." No..." Sandra dismissed. "I mess up all the time. I can't even get my patterns right." Who cares!" Suzanne exclaimed. "Once we're going, we're either ignoring the conductor, or, if they're really good, following the music in. Her petticoat was pulled up and her bare ass was in my hands. My fingers were approaching her pussy from the back. There were no undies. Her pussy wet and I got two of my fingers inside.She moaned “ahhh” and then smiled at me, “you are not so innocent”. She was seemingly enjoying it. I was encouraged. I left her lips for a moment and quickly unhooked her blouse, took off her petticoat and she was standing nude in front of my office chair where she was standing a few hours ago as a normal staff.. Soaping each other’s bodies, removing all the dried crusts of the previous night’s emissions. Hands slippery with soap suds, delving deep in the crack of the ass, or running from ankle to groin, brushing cock and balls in passing. Palms, fingers spread wide, roughly applying the soap to the back, would change action, to soft caresses when reaching the buttocks. My fingers, gently pulling back his foreskin, to soap the head of his cock. Or his breath, caressing my lower belly as he bent his.