She takes a very good look at me and says:— You're cute, but...She stares at my crotch, then turns to our boss who asks:— Can you take care of tha... area?— Yes, she says, and asks me to follow her.We go up to a small room. There are an average bed and a sink. No wardrobe.She tells me:— Show me your armpits.I raise my arms high and cross my wrists. A very symbolic position.She applies some cream with a spatula and tells me:— It has to settle. We're going to take care of your pussy.She puts a. It wasn’t that I could actually see anything, of course, but the way a swimsuit fits, it’s not like I couldn’t, either.The same regarding the fronts of their legs, a suit not wrapping around much more than necessary. Ms. Barton, especially. Probably the same might be said of mine, but I didn’t catch them looking.It turned out that both of them knew something about basketball. Not all the rules, or anything, but pretty good for teachers. Ms. Barton had been a cheerleader and Ms. Rennick was in. Her eighteen-year-old clitoris, while not huge, was firm and peeking out from its protective hood. I gently spread her open and ran my tongue over both her pink love and pee holes. Then I stood up, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles. My hard cock was ready to go to work.She is about six inches shorter than me, which means that we were not in perfect alignment. I had to lift her by her butt cheeks so that I could slide in. As wet as she was, that part was easy. While it wasn’t. ‘Keep that up and I’m gonna cum again.’ Maxwell lifted his face and smiled at her, ‘that’s the idea. I always got Samantha off at least twice with my mouth before I finally fucked her.’ While he was speaking, his ghostly fingers were driving slowly in and out of her snatch and Melinda felt her orgasm rising once more. ‘Mmmmm, that feels so good.’ She closed her eyes as she humped against his hand while her own hands went to her breasts and started pulling at them. Maxwell lowered his mouth.