I barely hesistate to follow her. Everyone is leaving to either band, orchestra, or health now, and we are the only ones in the wing. We pause for few...seconds in the bathroom until she walks over and sticks her hand down my pants. WHile grasping my stif cock, she unbuttons my pants and pulls them down. She starts jacking my cock, and kissing me. I go straight for her ass with my eager hands. We are both so turned on, until we hear a teacher walking towards the bathroom asking if anyone was in. .. At least his cock was more lubed up this time from all my throat juices, and my ass was fairly stretched out. I almost liked it at one point, but no... that was just the fear I told myself... He picked up pace. Thank God I thought, he's going to cum soon. Jesus, what a weird thought to have. I shook it out of my head as I waited for his cum to fill my ass, again. Except he pulled out, spun me around so I was on my back on the floor, and he straddled my face. Again, here was this 9 inch. We moved to this Midwestern town after our house had been destroyed by Hurricane Katrina. We both missed New Orleans, but I needed a job and one materialized shortly after moving to our new adopted state.I would have never believed that I'd be kneeling in some posh home of some rich fucking white guy, jacking off and watching my wife getting it from both ends by a bunch of strange men. But here we were.The big boss had called me into his office the morning after the party and after a bunch of. The house was full of gorgeous women, in their best dresses, wearing makeup, and with their hair done up.Bobby was ignored, for the most part, once he’d made the introductions, and Christy started scurrying around, setting up a place for the portraits to be taken. She apologized for not having good lights, and then commenced to make her own, out of theirs, using cardboard and tin foil, assisted by tape and other things they expected Bobby to produce instantly. The most interesting thing to.