" Like I said, if we're wrong, we'll take it all back," Sasha said."Unless, of course, you- you don't want us to?" Matthew bit his lip ashe stared at ...he item of clothing in his hand. Unlike his rough jeans,the denim of the skirt was lighter and softer, and the mere feel of itagainst his fingers sent tingles of excitement through his body. Whatit would feel like against his legs, he could only dream- except hedidn't have to dream, not any more. All he had to do was accept thegift, and he would. No man could ask for anything more. Next I realized that I was lying there with real good wood. It felt like an oak log. I looked back and forth at my lovelies as I decided how to relieve myself. June was laying on her side with her back to me. I slid in behind her and lifted her leg. With my left hand, I positioned my cockhead at the entrance to her still wet cunt and gently pushed. I wondered if I could get it in without waking her. As I slowly pushed I felt her start to push back. . I fucked her with a fervency, pressing her against the wall, railing into her ass, feeling her rim slide tightly up and down my shaft as she backed into me over and over. “Come in my pussy!” She mewled, and I did, driving my sullied member into her soft heat, feeling her tender insides seize around me with each thrust until I was crying out into her shoulder, unloading into her. When it was done, we were a sweaty mess on the ground, the leather oppressively hot on our radiant flesh, our breaths. This we kept up until nearly everybody knew that PK existed. We moved bits of paper, our ceramic ball and anything that did not weigh much. Mankind learned that some bright kids could move dust bunnies with their minds and they were not worried.There were a lot of documentaries on our school and nobody ever said that we were running a prison camp. We talked about what could happen when some politician wanted results and didn't care who's children suffered for it.I was sure we moderated the.