It only took a few seconds before she was rubbing my cock through my jeans. As our tongues danced she got a firmer grip on my cock and began massaging...the entire length of the shaft. After another minute of rubbing my cock Amanda took her hand away and started undoing the buttons on my shirt. After getting it open she broke our kissing to reach down and in one swift motion lift her own shirt over her head. Now in her bra and jeans she strattled my lap facing me and ground her ass down onto my. I smirked. I loved this version of her, but it was far from the final product. She barges in almost angry, sitting next to me. She whispers if I had taken her bag and keys, I didn’t reply instead, looked her up and down. Her firm ass was sticking close to the jeans, almost as though it was painted on her. The tanktop gives us a good view of her cleavage too. She tries to ask me again but the teacher shuts her up. A few people kept looking at her, shocked at seeing her in this way. I could feel. Struggling to free herself, Amy felt her arms constricted at her sides and the weight of something sopping and wet on her stomach, spreading over her writhing body but still, she could see nothing. What felt like slippery snakes or eels were making their way up her chest, sliding over her small tits and as they slithered upwards, brushing against her nipples, she could feel that they had little suckers of some sort. A strong smell of saltwater stung Amy's flaring nostrils as she wriggled in the. Then my hand went down her jeans and under her panties as I began massaging her pussy. Two fingers found their way inside her pussy and my thumb found Carol’s clitoris. Carol was literally writhing in pleasure as we made out in the back seat of my car. Good thing we got to my house or I would have been in real trouble. Sarah dropped me off and I staggered through the snow drifts to my front door. I could hear my cousin Sarah yelling at Carol “I can’t believe you let him do that to you, are you.