"Well, Mr. Mantle, I don't remember you turning it in. I have completely checked over all of the papers, and I did not find yours among them," she spa..., still again referring to him as Mr. Mantle instead of Jamie."I swear to you I turned it in on time. It was a ten page paper on William Shakespeare, and I was just about to walk up to your desk when Billy stopped to thank me for tutoring him. It was during that time that we heard a commotion out in the hall. You went to investigate, and I went. Grabbing your hips as my fingers fuck in and out of you slower, curling then straightening. Pulling you around to the basin and placing your hands on the worktop, smiling wickedly as you stare at our reflections in the mirror. My hand leaving that beautiful clit of yours to hold up your left leg as I drive my fingers home, loving how you whimper and beg to make you cum. Watching you close your eyes as I add a fourth finger and feel you thrust back against them. Resting your leg on the ledge as. Her lips tasted like vodka and juice. She smelled like flowers and a fresh summer night, it was intoxicating. The harder she pushed at him and more he wanted her. Without even thinking he reached between them and freed his pulsing cock from his trousers. He stopped kissing her to bend her over the bed. She gasped “OH GOD NO!!!! PLEASE!!!!” Sam reached under her dress to remove her panties and was thrilled to find she wasn’t wearing any. Lucy struggled but she was so cute and petit and no match. "We have enough girls to go around, but we need more Steves." Getting back to your original question, Laura said I should be discharged tomorrow. She says that it's quite soon considering I have two bullet wounds, but I'm healing already and she thinks my spirits will pick up when I'm around your mom and Kate, and maybe Stephanie." Really? Mom, Kate, and Stephanie? Gwen and I can raise a lot more than your spirits, Stud. We'll take good care of you, won't we, Sis?" What's this 'we' stuff?".