.Then he surprised me some more. He said that he'd like to wear clotheslike mine. At first, I thought that he meant clean, but it becameobvious that w...ile he meant that, he also meant girls' clothes. Icalled him a sissy, and ran off.Thefts of laundry were a perpetual problem in that area: the clothesdrying area was remote, and most people hung stuff out of windows ordried it indoors, so the flats were always humid, with windows andwalls running with condensation, and encrusted with black mould.. I squeezed a large blob onto his fingers,then, still facing him and with one hand around his neck, I lifted myleg, pulled up the front of my dress and guided his finger to my waitinghole.He needed no further invitation. He slipped two fingers back insideimmediately and easily. After some seconds, he tried the third fingeragain, which now also slipped inside slowly. The feeling if beingstretched so much was making my brain boil. Slowly pumping his fingersin and out of me, he kissed me. “Um, well, how about over here?” He pointed to the desk closest to his own. His desk could barely be seen, covered with piles of graded papers, lab manuals, catalogues advertising the newest physics supplies, and textbooks.Ashleigh shrugged her shoulders. “Whatever,” she murmured, plopping down into the desk. She lounged back, her shirt riding up almost enough for Mr. Sanders to get a glimpse of the bottom of her cleavage.Ashleigh had skipped physics class three times that week, and the. The Redhead has now pulled off her hot pant and is sitting naked on the stool, rubbing her pussy furiously. The Worker is working hard on his shaft, when he suddenly lets out a groan and grabs the now empty glass from which he was drinking bourbon: pointing his hard throbbing cock towards the inside of the glass, he quickly rubs his cum out of his dick, his sudden orgasm almost stunning him. Spurt after spurt, he fills almost a third of the glass, which he then puts back on the counter and.