But I think we can agree that the odds are very, very good that I'll end up at Stanford and he'll end up at Berkeley, just an hour away."Olga grinned ...nowingly, as she had a Eureka moment. "Ah! I see! You're playing the long game here like you often do, aren't you? If you can just hang on until the end of the year, then geography could win your battle for you. Clever! But what about Amy? Where is she going to go?" I don't know. Unfortunately, we probably won't know until April or so. Her grades. Edward slipped his hands under her dress and she could feel her boobs being squeezed so tightly and harshly. He kept squeezing them. He was a brat. He didn’t even care to suck on her boobs, through her dress right there. And she could feel it build deep inside of her. By now she had become so wet that it was leaking from her cunt, wetness had reached her thighs. He kept sucking and squeezing her boobs. She kept moaning loud, then all or a sudden she could feel her thighs being rubbed by him and. And its thick, flared base stretched her open and pressed against her exposed clit at the end of each thrust. She was panting and moaning from the intense, unfamiliar sensations. She felt a pressure building up deep inside her and her legs started to tense up and shake. She threw her head back, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Surely, she wasn’t going to… no, no, no, oh fuck, yes, yes, YES!Kristy started to scream, but her own sounds were drowned out by loud grunts. Hot sticky cum gushed. Two...." She stopped again, playing flirtingly with that last button, twisting it, her fingers low and playful, diving slightly behind the button on his jeans, then out again, but not unbuttoning his shirt. Now it was her turn to reach out and steady HIM, as he almost lost his balance, dizzy with excitement. "Are you going to take it off, or what?" he pleaded. "YES!" she said, loudly, as she grabbed both sides of his shirt and pulled hard, popping the button of his favorite shirt, and.