I don't know if she wore any panties. Polly didn't say anything to her. Polly didn't even get upset with me looking. Same thing for breakfast. Mary ca...me down with whatever she was wearing.Polly & I were confined to fucking in the bedroom. We'd fuck in the bathroom on the counter, on the dresser, shower, floor or bed. As I said Polly was close to being a screamer. A few times I asked her to tone it down Mary probably could hear us. Polly didn't seem to care. She enjoyed sex. So what if Mary. But Nora ignored her request and went on questioning her: "Why do you finger yourself in front some random guy? Isn't that a bit kinky?". That was too much for Sarah and she blurted out: "He is blackmailing me! If I don't do what he says he is sending pictures of me to all my friends. I had to do it!". Nora of course knew what kind of pictures Sarah meant, after all she had seen one of those a few hours ago. However rather than being sympathetic for Sarah she was turned on by this whole. My erection was uncomfortable in my underpants and it was difficult for me to get my penis out of my flies.It was like this very often now, me getting an erection at the most inappropriate times; such as in class, on the bus or train but especially when I was around women. I tried to pee but it wouldn't come out because my penis was so hard. It pointed straight out in front of me, six inches of sleek hard flesh with an angry red knob on the end. For the first time I noticed that there was clear. ." he murmured in an awed voice. "That was ... J-Jesus..."Melinda offered him a faint smile, though her cheeks colored in humiliation. As much as the orgasm had satisfied her, the rings remained clamped to her now swollen and over-sensitized nipples. Her pussy ached in both satisfaction and need. Her eyes flicked to his flaccid cock, and she wished he could be ready to go again before the lunch period was over."I never thought ... you'd ever want to ... well, do it with me," the boy said with a.