He was fucking Debrah, and then Donna. They were so much alike, but they were easily distinguishable to their parents.Beneath his body, it was not Ani...a's tits that rubbed lustfully against his sweating chest. It was Debrah's chest.And it was Donna's sweet cunt which he was dipping his wick into. He could feel the sweet, thick honey of Anita's desire flowing downward, greasing his cock. He moved it in and out of her pussy faster and faster as his passion rose, wanting to feel her come beneath. “Go along with anything I say, got it?”Emma gave her a terse little nod.Brent’s eyes were drawn to Jess’ voluptuous tits, but he caught himself and looked away before anyone (besides me) noticed. His anxiety level was somewhere around an 11. Jess saw and closed in on him.She moved in front of him and took both of his hands in hers, standing directly before him. She moved his hands so that they landed directly on her breasts, her perky nipples poking him in the palms. He tried to pull away, but. Jane laid down and Dan first kissed her nipples and the front of her pussy before carefully placing the whipping cream on her tits, navel and pussy. He told her to keep her legs together for now. Next he dished some berries on top of the whipping cream on her tits, sprinkled a few chopped nuts on top and then drizzled some chocolate syrup and topped each nipple with a cherry. Next he turned his attention to the whipping cream thong she was wearing and carefully placed a banana half along each. I noticed Ewan talking quietly to Dan, who didn’t look happy.We spent the next half hour in the staffroom, until a detective from Scotland Yard appeared, summoned by Dan through unconventional means. If he’d simply rung 999, we would have been sent a couple of local bobbies, and nothing would have happened in a hurry. Instead, he rang a former colleague at Curzon Street (headquarters of MI5), who in turn rang a colleague at the Yard, who dispatched a Detective Inspector and a Detective.