I had kicked off my shoes, and jerked my starched white shirt from my pants, but compared to her glorious nudity, I still felt fully dressed. I didn't...want to let her out of my sight, so I followed her while removing my shirt. I struggled out of my slacks at the bedroom door and hopped around ungainly like I had a hot foot while taking off my socks. Sara graciously didn't laugh at my awkward, boyish behavior. My boxers hit the carpet as she turned to me and moved into my arms. My heart beat. Mark's hand moved to press against my pussy through my panties again. "She's not k**ding about being wet," he said to Simon. Mark moved down the bed to unzip my skirt, and I looked over to where Simon was sat watching, his cock already hard in his hand. "Make sure you save that for me," I said to Simon as Mark pulled my skirt and panties off together, then his warm breath was on my thighs before his tongue quickly found my clit. Much as I love a man giving me attention with his tongue, I was. “Did the principal’s cock taste good?” he asked me. I nodded and licked my lips. It did taste good. I was actually disappointed I didn’t get to taste it longer…then again he was holding my head down so far on it I’m sure I wouldn’t have been able to without passing out. Especially after that ass fucking he gave me. My head was still spinning a bit. “I bet you didn’t get much of a chance to suck it, did you?” he asked, “I know how he likes to just clean off his cock after anal, the principal. I had just sat down and turned on the TV to watch the news, a cold beer on the table. I was a bit annoyed as I was looking forward to a quiet evening and maybe a film. I got up and went to the front door. I opened the door and there stood in front of me was Molly, wearing just a short thin cotton dress and flip-flops. With the sun behind her the dress was just about see through and I could clearly make out her little panties. Her blond hair fell down over her shoulders in scraggy waves. Hi Mr.