It couldn’t possibly mean what he thought it meant, could it? Finally, he looked back at April. She smiled at him and pushed a pencil off the front ...of her desk.Brad might be a little slow to believe his good fortune, but he was starting to pick up fast. He unwound from his desk and walked a little forward before bending over to pick up the pencil, his back blocking Mr. Purcell’s view. Just as he suspected, when his face was level with April’s knees, she spread her legs wide to show him the. She spread her knees widely and bowed her back, resting her upper body on her bed. It was the perfect height. She smeared a generous dollop of cool lube all over her puckered ass and, wasting no time, gasped as she sawed one and then two fingers in and out of the grasping heated flesh. Relax, relax, relax, she kept saying to herself, fucking her fingers slowly. She moaned softly as she twisted them back and forth. Her tummy was fluttering and her nipples were like flint. . "Probably right, but fuck she is soaked," he accurately declared.I wasn't sure why I was so wet, my feelings right now utter shame, yet my body was betraying my morals.As I was fingered, the door opened again and Joey greeted, "Mike, this is a new one." What is?" Mike asked, as fingers left my cunt.After a pause, Mike asked, "What's this?" This isn't your work?" Joey asked."Nope. Dwayne made it pretty clear, no strippers. That bitch wife-to-be already has him domesticated," Mike answered. Was. The walls don't look black, more shimmery than anything else. Mirrors maybe? Hmm. Confusing. Will definitely have to find out what this is.You wander towards the other side of the house, noticing that a light misty rain has begun to fall. Your body becomes slick with it, feeling the rivulets running down your skin. You close your eyes, and just let yourself feel everything - the raindrops pelting your face, soaking your hair; the cool wind off the beach making you shiver deliciously, the.