She waited anxiously for Katherine to return. The lesson was almost over when the door opened and Katherine came in and handed a note to the teacher. ...It was clear that she had been crying, but she gave Jennifer a bright smile when she came forward to sit down. “I’m sorry Kath, I should have come out too.” “It’s okay Jen, it wasn’t too bad really. My bum hurts like hell and I’ll not sit well for a few days, but the wicked weed helped dull things a bit.” It had been many years since she had. She was loving every second, every thrust brought her closer to climax, ever time he slapped her arse made her moan. Karen was no longer herself; she was no longer the innocent girl from Broadley Road, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren’s slut. The sound of Darren’s balls slapping against Karen’s hind echoed throughout the house, Karen didn’t care though. Her slut instinct had taken over, she existed only for the immediate goal which was orgasm. Karen moaned and squirmed she was on the. "here i come" we both say, almost syncronised... "i want it over my tits..." she asks - "your having it in your mouth..." i tell her. And as she starts to moan, i try to hush her but to no avail - i can feel her pussy spasm around my cock and its making me get so close to coming inside her but i must hold off, just seconds longer, tracey lets out a moan that tells me shes done... i look down and see that pussy throbbing as it comes all over my cock. "get on your knees.." i tell her, and she. “Actually there’s been a change of personnel. I’m Mr Randell, substituting for Mr Kafkasian.” I was mildly annoyed that Cayenne hadn’t warned the limo company when she’d given them my address.“Do you have the prom package receipt?”“No. My partner, Miss Proctor, has it.”Fortunately the chauffeur took my word for it and didn’t kick up a fuss. He even opened the passenger door for me and waited until I was seated and belted before closing it.The chauffeur pulled away and I was impressed with the.