Of course, we walked over holding hands. Mrs. Kennedy was friendly. She wanted to hear about the great snowball incident, so I told her about it in fu...l, only editing for language. She put hoagies, potato chips, and milk in front of Kirsten and me as I talked.When I finished with my story, she got down to the reason I'd been invited to lunch. "I know that Kirsten has told you that she is again allowed to see you outside of class." Yes, the news made me happy." As it did her. And, with. For a moment, she wondered why it took so long to have a piano lesson like this.“Allegro”. Marco commanded that it was time again to play. He motioned the students back to their seats and Steph back to the bench. Ivory and Onyx were none-too-pleased that their snuggle buddy was departing. They stared motionless at the puddle left behind by Steph and three abiding tongues. Steph grew nervous about starting the next verse given her lack of practice time this week but she could also feel. The women could see my hesitation but also the lustful longing in my eyes, my dripping and pulsing cunt. While in the audience boyfriend had already fingered me to a white heat. The women were reassuring and ushered to me their parade of animals. First was that handsome shepherd dog who was well-trained that left me panting but wanting. Then, seeing I was still ready for more, the women presented the small donkey with the huge dangling cock, also well-trained to finish me off. There was. Tasting the sweet ebb of her self made tide, the waves of fluid landed on the tip of my tongue as I tickled what little of the warm pink pudding I could feel inside her as I traveled the tip up. Moaning and arching her body, she shivered as I reached the top of her damp cleft, where I stopped just short of tasting the sweet kernel still visible, poking out from the fleshy bonnet that formed its hiding place. I looked up from between her legs. Her body I could see was hot and droplets of.