Katrina Bartell lead the group on a wonderful tour all around the grounds and the facilities of BSC. As they went she expertly outlined all the great ...benefits the institution had reaped from the moment they had allowed full female nudity on campus.“That would be just over twenty five years ago now” Mrs Bartell said as she lead them all back to the carpark.George Flynn was quietly admiring the swing of Katrina’s naked butt when he asked, “But what about the men? Do they get to go naked too if. She lay like a wet rag, spread out on his body, her pussy still spasming.“I don’t ... believe this,” she panted, her cheek on his chest, his heartbeat pounding in her ear.He simply stroked her back, with the long fingers that felt wonderful, wherever they touched her.He told her he could only go twice more, before he had to leave.She whined and moaned that it wasn’t enough, even before he had ridden her to three more glorious orgasms. She was quite sure, at one point, that she would die from. Pre cum was constantly running onto my tongue. Then came the beautiful familiar feeling of semen coursing through my system and up into my thick shaft. I tried to maintain the session to prolong the enjoyment but my young body needed release. I exploded gobs of thick white cum onto my tongue inside my mouth. I remember holding the load for a moment and swirling it around with my tongue to get a full taste. Then that thick load went down my throat as I withdrew my member. I slowly slid my cock. Stretched, complete penetration. Through the sound of my blood rushing through my ears I could her Pete’s groans and moans. “Lola, Lola, you are so tight! Lola, are you okay?” I nodded violently. “I’m okay, Pete. So okay, Pete... pushhhhhhh!” His pumping became more regular and my pussy more wet. The tense resistance in my womb relaxed and I came back to my senses. Like a spotlight that was slowly defocussed, other things penetrated my mind. Pete’s cock in my pussy, his balls slapping at my.