She carried it into my bedroom and placed it in a corner. "Boy", she called. He came running fast, pushed his head against her blonde hair on his way ...to the basket, and soon he was curled up in it."He has slept in that basket for 8 months, Granny. I think you should let him have it, at least in the beginning."Never fear, Cloe. I'll let him have it for as long as he wants. Give's a hug. Your gift is so considerate and perfect you almost make me cry again, girl." You're welcome, Granny. We'll. Maxie had ice and new bandages on his sprained fingers, having used that hand to punch me despite all reason. I had a cold spot pack held against my lip, which had split even further, the sort of wound that would take weeks to properly heal. I limped when I walked, a shiny yellow bruise rising on my shin.The headmaster bawled us out for ten solid minutes. Neither of s said a word. Fighting in school was indefensible, the fact that we had obviously been fighting before made it ever worse. Now. All I could focus on was the delicious sensation of being felt up and the growing wetness between my legs. Some fingers slid up under my skirt and began stroking my soaked pussy from behind. I let out a little gasp, but I could not help it. I was finding it harder to concentrate. Reaching my hand back, I felt for the hard cock I knew was there. I heard a grunt as my fingers found the huge bulge in his crotch.I managed to squeeze and stroke it without taking the attention of the other. Jenny, starving, sucked her juice off his glove; her tongue swirling around each cream coated finger. “I saw your reaction to that blonde woman. I could see how much you wanted your asshole stuffed like that. As a good master, I am obliged to make all your wishes come true,” he said to her, as she shook her head. “Oh yes, my love. I’m going to fuck your virgin asshole. Right here in front of all your adoring fans,” he continued, as he moved behind her and lowered her knees slightly. “No,.