It sounded familiar. I stopped. I felt all the blood just drain from my face and I felt soooooooooooooooo embarrassed all of a sudden. I recognized th...e second voice. I wanted to lie down and die. IT WAS A CLASSMATE FROM SCHOOL! I KNEW THIS GIRL THAT MS K BROUGHT INTO MY HOUSE!I heard them coming up the stairs to my room. I hid under my covers. I didn't have any time to get dressed. Oh, yeah, I was naked. Ms K had a rule while she was staying with me. Unless she specifically told me what to. " Too far," Lois said. "Take too long. Look." She released his penis and used the same hand to pull Paul's hand to her own body. Since she was still fully dressed, she placed his hand under her skirt and squarely on her panty-covered crotch."Think that's wet enough for you?" she said."I'll crawl to your fucking bedroom!" Paul said.Lois giggled. "Not necessary." She sprang up, ran into a room down the hall, and came back pushing a straight-backed lightweight secretary's chair equipped with small. Suddenly she stopped and she lifted her head up. As Stephen could not hear anything, he could only see his wife´s mouth move, which was unmistakably saying: fuck me Vincent. Vincent got up, slowly wanking his cock, which was fully erect. He crawled onto the bed and placed his knees under Marion´s pulled up legs. With his left hand he pointed his cockhead onto Marion´s pussy lips and then let his body drop forward. Stephen could see his wife staring at the young man like in a trance when he slid. Thank God he chose the very place that Beppe had gone to relieve himself. I myself scrambled through the crowd as fast as I could as soon as I saw her, elbowing the dancers aside and treading on more than a few toes on the way. My fist still throbs from the blow I dealt him and as she takes my hand for the dance, I wince a little. Marco, youre hurt she exclaims, but I insist that it is nothing. Dancing with you is worth the pain I say, putting my other hand to her waist and drawing her closer.