If we didn't blow any tests or quizzes, we could be fighting each other valedictorian honors!Everyday after school, Stacy would come over and we would... do any homework, then go 'play' in the pool. Her father would come over two or three times a week, with them both staying over. In the mornings, we would all have breakfast together, which June loved fixing.After that, Michael would go to work, and I would drive my fiancée and myself to school.Things went on this way until the winter break. The. She: Do you know what I like doing after some sweaty exercise? I like masturbating. And you will sit right there watching me orgasm with your limp cock. You are not allowed to touch yourself. Got it, slave?Me: Yes, Mistress.She: Move your tongue out like a dog does and sit there on the floor. After I am done, if you are lucky, I will let you lick away my love juice.Me: Yes, Mistress.My girlfriend perched herself on the bed and afforded me a full view of her pussy and started rubbing herself.. I wasn't surprised at the underwear - not at all. Black - red trim - plunging cup line. It was a bit more than a 1/2 cup, but not much more. I tossed the knit top on bed, took a step back, and stared. All I could really say is "Amazing!" She smiled and put her hands on her waist, standing there almost smugly. She clearly knew I was buying what she was selling.I placed my hands on her shoulders, pulled her close to me, gave her a tongue kiss, then buried my face into her cleavage. I licked low. As she climbed up he was watching her from under. Now the whole heaven is open for him. He could clearly see everything inside her skirt. Salmas long legs, her silky smooth thigh and he could see till her white panty.On top rung of the ladder salma was busy browsing the books, down Victor was dreaming about touching her thighs and kissing her and pulling down her panty to see her inner asserts. By some ways he wanted to touch feel her cunt so again his mind worked a scheme. As if he lost.