And she leans in and asked me to talk dirty to her she wants to know about how you fuck, what your cock looks like and I start to tell her. She’s me...ting on my fingers when I say this and her cunt starts squeezing me so tight. I say sometimes he called me mom when he cums for me. And hearing this make her cum. she squirts her cum all over my hand and thigh screaming her pleasure into my breasts.And then we notice you in the doorway cock out hard as a rock. I ask your mother if it’s ok for me to. Evidently it did. Jennifer gave a little gasp. She was silent for a couple of minutes. "I will try to do better," she said quietly.Frank was silent for a minute. "I appreciate that. I am not your favorite person, but if there is anything I can do to help, please ask." I doubt it," responded Jennifer quickly, but her voice did not hold the usual animosity.Jennifer continued to decline counseling. Her grades improved, so nobody pushed the issue.Frank went to several more school meetings and. So when he bought me, I already knew him.’ Lindsey sighed. ‘I’d only discovered a year earlier that I…well, liked girls, if you follow my meaning, and I was nervous being around so many attractive women.’ All the other girls sipped at their drinks slowly, half listening to Lindsey’s story. It was obvious most were absorbed in their own thoughts, only half paying attention. It didn’t seem as though a single one of them even tasted their drinks as they sipped. They only drank so they would have. He would twitch and gasp, until she was stroking him hard and fast and his gasps turned into moans. Christie herself was so turned on she threw her leg over his and pushed her pelvis into him. Danny’s hand on her breast moved to her pussy, but soon began to falter, his body shuddering, and then he was coming, his cum pulsing onto their stomachs. Christie continued to stroke until Danny protested that it was too much. She sighed and closed her eyes, reliving the moment, etching it in her.