Binky loved the Sixties, and letting it all hang out.Binky had just walked out on his wife and little Billows (Biff) Hewel VIII, and was making the sc...ene, man! It was too bad about Carolyn and little Biff, but Binky was living it up as an intellectual-stud! Peter McCorliss, Renaissance History instructor came up beside Binky. ?Dude, is she yours? Does she go to school here??Binky smiled uneasily. ?No, not exactly, Pete.? Binky had met Muriel at the PainCafe, an alternative nightclub. They had. Hood says. I try to relax but the pain is causing my hole to spasm. "Perhaps more lubrication is needed" he says before pulling his cock out and spitting on it and my ass hole. He presses his cock back into my hole. The extra lubrication helps. Mr. Hood slowly pushes his cock in until I feel his balls on my cheeks. He moves his hips side to side. I feel his pubic hair rub against my ass cheeks. Mr. Hood begins pulling his cock out. Only just the head remains in my ass before Mr. Hood pushes. .right ladies?" Yes Michael!" Minerva, Sarah and Mandy all said in unison opening their doors as Katherine hugged me with tears of happiness running down her face. I was hugging her and wiping and kissing away those tears. "Ladies line up in the hallway" I commanded and they came out of their rooms and lined up side by side. Katherine joined them wiping the remaining tears from her face and was smiling as they all were. "Assume the position ladies... very nice and don't think for a minute. When the car stopped outside a wood cottage in the forest, Miss Jones knew she could moan and scream loud: she wanted to be slutty, wild and she wanted Peter to constantly tell her she was married and fucking him. God the word 'married' was so good at making her wet. Peter carried both overnight bags in, took them to the landing, still leaving her a choice of which bed to sleep in. She loved the way he gave her choices, then pressed her against the wall, tongue in her mouth, hand on her inner.