To them and their two boyfriends, Gerry and Frank, it was all a bit of good-natured fun.Irene was dark-haired and slim, a good five inches shorter tha...n the statuesque Samantha and the rugged Gloria. Bernice was another petite girl with rather nondescript hair colouring, who might be a blonde and might not. It seemed to vary from day to day.When I say that these four were racing I should perhaps have mentioned that all were carrying their respective men folk on their shoulders and receiving the. "Oh ok then Ryan I'll play the piano and why don't you get on the stage and sing? How about uh do you know the song "Tale as old as time"?" Miss Wilkinson said rather cheerily sitting behind the piano and plopping some sheet music on the stand."Yes I know it" Ryan said smiling and climbing upon the stage...whoa it was high up here. Miss. Wilkinson started playing and Ryan took a deep breath and started singing. A hush fell over the class as his beautiful voice sang through the air and filled. His big, strong, dark, calloused hands held my hips tight. He fucked me and called me a good whore, “Buena puta!”His left hand left my hips and grabbed my head and shook it up and down to force my agreement.“Sos buena puta?” he asked (Are you a good whore?).“Yesss,” I said, finally giving in to his interrogating method.It was so dark and hot. I felt like I was making such a horrible sin against God that I was just outside the doorway to Hell itself. We both breathed heavily. We both moaned with. Her breath caught when she noticed how his soaked shirt was clinging to him, giving hints of his muscular torso.What were you thinking when you broke up with him? She mused while continuing to look out of the corner of her eye. It was only then that she considered her own soaked clothing.Oh dear, she thought as her face grew warm. The white blouse and sheer bra was proving a poor choice of attire. Between the chill and the saturated material, her nipples were plainly visible. She shifted her.