One hand slipped beneath the waistband of her sweat pants and into the moist confines of her pussy. "Mmmmmmm..." she vocalized, thighs tight against h...r hand to add more pressure. Putting a raw story out there for the world to see was not entirely unlike being naked in public. So what did that imply about the act of being edited? Possibility being brought to fulfillment? She probed with her fingers, bringing her own pussibility ... er... possibility to fulfillment, and enjoyed a quiet but. Her appreciative audience laughed and hooted as the teen attacked sweet Ellie’s just budding tits with her mouth. When they grew bored with just titty sucking, Becka took charge and prodded the teens into a 69 position with Melanie on the bottom and Ellie on top. A couple swats to their naked asses for motivation and the teenagers were licking each other’s bald slits.“Get that tongue deeper in that pussy, or else,” Becka warned Ellie. The girl quickly responded by jabbing her hot, wet tongue. "What was he getting at? she wondered. Just what in hell was he getting at? And he was looking at her so strangely! His eyes were lit up so! It was as if he was seeing her for the first time."What do you think of this?" he asked. Suddenly he was snapping at his fly, wriggling out the limp snake of his pink cock. He held it in his hand as if he were asking her to look over a passage in a book. His prick looked like a huge hunk of salami in his fist."Mr. Saunders! I don't know what to say!" she. ” Chrissie faced the wall behind his desk and waited for the first slap. She prepared herself in anticipation of the first slap. It wasn’t the first time she had experienced this. Last year she went with her friends to a fancy dress party with her friends. They were all dressed in school uniforms, which attracted a lot of attention from the men at the party. Why, she was never quite sure, although the skirt she was wearing barely covered her white cotton panties. She had ended up in a bedroom.