Emma’s mouth opened and tongues joined together. Charlotte meanwhile allowed her hands to probe down her friend’s stomach, as Emma’s had on her..., but her fingers trailed between her legs. Emma responded with a sigh and parted her thighs to let Charlotte’s fingers more welcome entry, while her tongue and teeth battled with those of Josephine’s. The three girls remained in this position, sitting on the sofa, Thomas snoozing away in his cot, as the caresses became bolder and more sensual. And. My body bucks and writhes under you, and I struggle to breathe. Popping my clit once more, you withdraw from my mouth, allowing me a quick breath before driving all the way back in as your fingers grasp my clit, squeezing it roughly. Finally easing up on my throat as my struggles increase, but continuing to pump my mouth, you increase the pressure to my clit. Rubbing it, then slapping playfully, before squeezing, then rubbing in circles over it quickly. My hips rise up, thrusting and grinding. .Chapter 2As he wacked off , Jimmy was loving the fact the all three were now being trained as human toilets . Using more lube , he loved when he pissed directly in moms mouth . After a day of fucking all three in all their holes , Jimmy had brought them all to to the bathroom ,Joyce was first , he told her to open her mouth & swallow which she did , she got the majority of the yellow champagne, then Phyllis got a sample , followed by Cindy who only got a drizzle( that would change later today. Most of her classes had been the usual routine of boring lectures, copious notes, cramming and, finally, regurgitating pet facts and phrases come test time. But Paul Terrance was different. In his philosophy class, he almost encouraged them NOT to take notes, but rather to connect with the ideas and trains of thoughts as he moved from one fascinating topic to another, often pausing to ask a pointed question and solicit student opinion rather than being satisfied with having them simply rephrase.