"Yes, Sweetheart. You're here to learn - about women," Fiona clarified, smiling. "The first thing you get to do is pick a teacher." Ummm..." Chuck's e...es swept the group. Not one was under his mother's age, he reckoned, but they all DRESSED young. Not REALLY young, as a lot of REALLY young girls were showing off their nipples these days and none of them had gone quite that far - but there was a LOT of cleavage visible, and quite a bit of leg. Clothing styles tended to be racy but demure; no one. Almost twenty minutes later, she got out of the bathroom, already wearing her red bikini. Low waist and tied to the sides of her wide hips. She looked amazing in it, and my eyes were all over her. The straps held the triangular pieces of red fabric tight over the curves of all her secret places. I mean, secret for everybody else, not for me, not anymore.She shook off her yellow and red flowered sarong once, and was tying it around her waist, when she saw the look I had on my face.“What?” She. His own hips bucked upwards to force his shaft in as deep as possible. His loins pounded viciously as Marcy's womanhood was flooded with Paul's sperm. The shockwaves went right through him, robbing him of his strength until he thought he would black out. "Shit, shit, shit..." Marcy whimpered as she hurried to find sweet release before Paul's throbbing organ began to soften. Taking no time to savor the pre-emptive tingle, she kept masturbating until her pussy spasmed, hard. Paul's hot load was. It was hard doing that, because I could barely hear from my left ear and my head was ringing.Fatima seemed better now that her lung was sealed back up. I knew she was in some moderate pain, but I couldn't give her anything for it yet. I rolled her gently onto her injured side, so her good lung could work freely, then turned towards Basheera. I told her what we needed to make a stretcher. She quickly dispatched Kalila for blankets, while she went for some six-foot sections of pipe. I was turning.