Topping this apparition was a floppy felt hat from which golden curls were barely peaking. Eamon knew he should continue with his business, but being...a Turner knew that one shouldn’t hesitate to combine business with pleasure. He hurried to catch up to this person, hoping that the front half was as alluring as the rear. When he was close enough he reached out and touched the figure’s shoulder. ‘Excuse me, Miss. Can you direct me to the Admissions Office?’ She stopped. She turned on a dime.. The horny schoolgirl was lost in a spiraling vortex of total sexual abandon. Pulling her face away from the man's mouth-filling tool she looked up at him from her kneeling position."Oooooooooh! I can't stand it! Fuck me Mr. Mahoney! Oh, God! Please fuck me!" begged Darlene as her cunt and ass writhed on his hand and she stared wildly into his eyes. Her pretty young features were twisted into a mask of pure, adolescent lust... a look that expressed her desperate, yearning need more than words. Charlie threw the emptied rubber off the bed and bent down over her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He felt her moan into him and her body shuddered once more.As he pulled away, Christy whispered "Am I a nasty girl, baby?" Yes, babe. So nasty," he replied, pushing his hand below her navel just above where she was working her vibe."Tell me, baby. Tell me how nasty I am." You're so fucking nasty," Charlie cooed. "You're a cum-eating, ass-fucking nasty slut who can't get enough of my cock.". Okay, okay, he thought. You can do this. He discreetly tried a few on theinside of his wrist, where it could not be seen.So far, so good. He studied the colours. But how would he know which-?"The pink one."He turned, blushing.The woman was pleasant. Attractive in the summer. Low cut blouse andskirt. It was a good look on her. Smooth legs, he thought dismally, awarethat his would look the same tonight."I'm just pick-choosing-" he stammered, and then muttered quietly: "Formy wife." Would you like.