I looked up at him with a scowl. “What? You want to fuck me again?” He grinned and nodded “Of course, and I know you’re always up for it” he...grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to him. I couldn’t help but smile at him, he was right. “I cant take you home like last time” I whispered. Nathan shrugged “I know a good place” he said. A few minutes later, Nathan and I was in one of the abandoned classrooms on the top floor and I was laying on a table with my legs spread wide with his tongue working. So I let my hand snake slowly down her belly until it could find its way into her groove, then ran it up and down the outside of her until I could part her pussy lips and deal her my middle finger straight up her cunt. She shuddered and shook all over as she felt my finger ram home.Then I was on my knees pulling off the rest of her bikini. She stepped out of it quickly, eagerly. My thumbs parted her pussy lips and I gave her a long lick. Laura shuddered again, and I glanced upward to see the. His tight white shorts displayed strong athletic legs, and his silk white shirt was opened enough to reveal a muscular chest. He had the look of a rich plantation owner. The women, too, were casually dressed for the tropics.He guessed that Janette or Jennifer were the older sisters. Both seemed a bit more cautious then the other two, Lisa and Heather. Janette had long dark brown hair, and was wearing a dark blue shirt and jeans. "Nice tits!" Hernando observed to himself.Jennifer had. "The Washburn", as it is known by its faculty and administrators when referring to it informally, is a private boarding school established in 1920 and funded by a combination of incredibly high tuition and a legacy of benevolence from the alumni. Admission begins at the sixth year level, is limited to not more than thirty each males and females per class year and continues through high school. In recent years, the admission class has declined to twenty five each boys and girls. Each student is.