Tania’s hand was between my legs, massaging my cock as I played with her tits and it was quickly swelling to life.“God, I need this so bad,” she... said softly, starting to undo my pants, “I’m kind of scared, though. What if we get caught?”“It should be safe,” I responded, “My first girlfriend and I once made out in here during a church event back when I was seventeen. We got away with it. Barely.”My girlfriend laughed.“So you’ve been naughty in church before, have you?”“Indeed, I have. And to top. We see her looking through her paperwork. "Oh here you are sweetie, but theyspelled your name wrong they wrote 'Kevin' instead of 'Karen.' I can fixthat easy enough." Now I'll be right back ladies, pick a desk and I'll be right back. I haveto run down to the office and get this fixed."I try to stop the teacher before she leaves to tell her she has my realname already, but Cindy takes my arm. "Isn't that great, we're in the samehomeroom." Yea, um... that is great but she thinks my name is Karen. To check I touched her lips lightly, they were partly open as happens in deep sleep. Her lips were very soft and beautiful; to double check I pressed both her boobs real hard with both my hands. She didn’t move one bit. I pressed her hard in every part massaging every inch of her body. I removed her sari and petty coat and blouse, I licked, and chewed, sucked, bit and anything I could with my mouth on every inch of her juicy flesh from the legs to the ass, to the back, and boobs, cheeks, navel. Soon she's on her knees, burying her face in the mattress, using both hands between her legs. One hand deftly rubs her clit and the other slides two digits in and out of her pussy. She moves them around, finding her g-spot. Her body begins to sing. “Oh!” Crysta doesn't hear the key in the lock. Marcel steps into the room and follows the small, hot sounds he can hear from the bedroom. He puts his keys down on the night stand and Crysta looks up at him with big eyes, snapping her hands from.