Even though they weren't yelling any more there was stilltoo much tension in the air for my liking.After I finished eating I decided to return to the ...booth. The group of girlssurrounding it was still as large as it was earlier, and it still lookedlike most of them were cheerleaders or part of the popular crowd. I knew Iwasn't going to like the result.I walked toward the front of the booth and then around the back to where twoyoung women in their early twenties were interviewing girls for the. My pussy clenched hard around his dick. The friction increased. That wonderful, silky plunge of his shaft buried into me. His crotch smacked into my ass, pressing me into Greta's tits.“Slata's hairy cunt, but your pussy is molten, Ava,” Sven groaned, his voice so thick. “You're going to be crowned Princess of Kivoneth with my cum dripping out of you.”“Good!” I moaned, my heart pounding. The ripples of bliss fluttered out of me. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure burst out of me. It was just. I want more. More. More! He's amazed and shocked by all that’s happening here; his expression is priceless. I polish his purple prick, still a bit hard."Fu, fu, fuck!" He finally speaks, still panting heavily. "Where did you… huh, where did you... learn all that?" Um, long story." I say giving his cock’s head kisses."Hah! Guys from the photo, yeah?" Maybe someday I'll tell you about it."I stand up and take a deep breath.He is gloating, though he's more mellow than usual, at least. Oh God, I did. "She looks a little startled, catches herself and comments, "Well my Grandmamma always did make wise investments. Thank you for asking I am doing well considering everything I've been through."I continue with another question, "Would you care to elaborate on your ordeals?"She gets a determined look on her face and states, "Yes, I would like to clear the air about some things that have happened. Many people think I disappeared because I couldn't stand the responsibility - that's a huge fallacy!.