Her body was bouncing on the leather table– or as it was in her mind, on the warm sand of the Carribean isle. “Please... please... please...” sh...e started to plead.“Please what?” PLATO asked.“Please LET ME COME!” she screamed back.Fingers now began sliding rapidly up and down over her clit while the fingers of his other hand pushed in and out of her cunt. A guttural moan slowly morphed into a loud scream as an extremely intense orgasm tore through her body. His hands continued to softly run up. "At that time, Jason, one of the boys at the back of the bus yelled that"James is a crotch watcher!" Whatever that meant, I wasn't too sure buteveryone else on the bus picked up on it and it kept saying it over andover again. Poor Tammy was embarrassed, and I felt terrible forembarrassing her like that.When we got off the bus, the taunting continued and Miss Taylor, one ofelementary teachers, heard what they were saying. She immediately toldthem to hush, but I knew that Miss Taylor would tell. Helen could feel a tingle in her stomach, and knew she would not be able to hold out much longer, not when she hadn't cum from masturbating, and now the feeling of her young f******n year old son pounding her wet pussy was too much.When it happened it happened like an explosion, her pussy erupted around her teenage sons penis, and she left his lips and cried out in pleasure. Mark started pumping faster and faster, and she knew he would not last much longer either."Oh god, oh god, oh god Mark". ." "Wh- hey! Shoo! Get off you me you oaf! Lummox!" She swatted the captain with her fan fruitlessly. Still clasping her foot, Tsharles looked up, insulted. "What? And go back on my word? Never!" Through a wide smile poked his gleefully-wetted tongue, which was sent weaving in between Amelia's toes. Eyes bugging out, she gasped even deeper. Tsharles' men were really losing it, leaning on each other to keep from tipping over for laughing too hard. The lad who had spoken up before clutched his.