From where I was I saw Zizzy taking a wee but saw nothing really as my eyes were still fuzzy. Emma was fumbling with her pack (I guessed looking for n...ght clothes) but not getting anywhere, just huffing & puffing. Zizzy meanwhile was walking across the room with her trousers and panties clumped at her feet making it noisy (her belt buckle kept clanking on the wooden floor) and in her drunken state had her using furniture to keep herself steady. Her shirt was covering her groin so couldn't see. .. the ones that make a bunch of people do silly things... They think that the people up there are just faking it. They know what they are expected to do." I've never seen one," Helen answered. "I can't make that judgment. Besides, going to a show like that would cost money." That's why I made the offer," Steve said, seeing an opportunity. "I'd show it to you for free." Well..." Helen sounded doubtful, but there was something in her voice that said that she just needed to convince herself.Steve. ‘Oh, yeah, I told him he could have you full time if he knocked you up!’‘BbbBastard!… OOh JESUS FUCK!’ That does it. I wail as I stiffen and cum hard.My whole body shakes, squeezing him inside as the orgasm crashes through me. He pounds into me through it all, hands pulling my hips roughly back to him until, with a final thrust he buries himself to the hilt and lets loose. I feel his cock throb as his cum pumps deep into me, and I’m still going, milking him of his cream, heedless of the risk,. She was in her school uniform: white blouse, necktie, grey pleated skirt and white knee socks, the allowed alternative to tights. At that age any reasonably attractive girl was a sex object. School regulations said girls’ skirts must be no more than a couple of inches above the knee, but like most girls at my school as soon as she was out of the school gates she’d pulled her skirt up about six or seven inches above her bare knee. I found the bare thigh above her knee intensely erotic. We walked.