Tom noticed I was staring and teased me, he knew the girl. Her name was Simone, Tom worked with Simone’s girlfriend. He told me they had been togeth...r for 5 yrs, having had met at school when they were 16 yrs old. Tom pointed out the girlfriend, a very good looking dark haired baby dyke who was very drunk and happily chatting to friends on the other side of the pub. Simone was standing on the edge of our group chatting and laughing with some girls. I caught her eye and smiled a friendly hi and. The rule was that students could take a foreign language, or a foreign language and an advanced math, however you couldn’t take an advanced math without taking a foreign language. That was just so much bureaucratic nonsense.I had zero interest in taking any more Spanish. It had been a waste the entire first time around. The high school teacher, Miss Fontaine, was a very pleasant person, a spinster who was totally burned out from teaching us little assholes. Her one true passion in life was. Suddenly, the masseur brought his hands down to Sally's bare ass. With his strong hands, the masseur squeezed and pressed Sally's butt. It was like the masseur was kneading dough. In fact, Sally was entirely convinced that the male masseur was actually a full time bread maker, and giving massages was his part time gig. The hands continued to squeeze and massage Sally's butt, which started making her even more aroused. Who knew that the female bottom could be such an erogenous zone? Sally was. Moving me in was another great plan, too. I owe you one hell of a lot for that, dear sister,” I groaned as I felt Becky tighten up like a vise around my cock.“Nah, you don’t owe me nothing but dick! Lots and lots of dick!” Becky laughed heartily as she bounced on my cock repeatedly, “so just keep paying your debt, okay, bro?”“Now, that’s one payment plan that I can get behind, sis,” I teased her as she mounted me again and again, taking me balls deep every time.“Then, get behind it ... and me,”.