"I looked out this morning and the sun was gone. Turned on some music to start my day. I lost myself in a familiar song. I closed my eyes and I slippe...d away." It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling).When I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling). I begin dreaming (more than a feeling). 'till I see Marianne walk away. I see my Marianne walkin' away."The music swirled around the room; our heads already numb form the half of a joint. We leaned back and lost all track of. I bite my lips trying to avoid any pleasure moan; but finally I gave up and screamed my orgasm like a bitch in heat…The black man was still hard as a steel bar inside of my wet hot cunt.He smiled when he saw me coming and then he slipped off from my cunt very gently. But then I saw him taking a lubricant pot…He smeared the sticky oil over my buttocks and inside of my anus, sticking two hard fingers up my tight rosebud. I could guess his evil intentions…I begged him almost crying in tears. He. She slowly turned her face towards me. The smell of her was making me mad. Already my cock was fully erected and i was unable to hide that in my pant. She was continuously seeing my pant and was smiling. I gabbed her head and moved her face slowly towards me. Her red lips were inviting me. I started licking her lips with my tongue and she too started responding. Both of our tongues were mingling with each other with the chap chap sound of saliva.I asked her to put a good music and we started. Miss collected in the papers and we continued with the rest of the lesson. There was some nervous chatter as we arrived for the following week’s lesson. Ms. Carlotta looked even more stunning than usual as she came into the room and shut the door. She carried our papers to the front and sat on the edge of her desk looking rather serious. “Two of you passed the test,... just.” she paused while we fidgeted nervously. “Two of you got less than 50%.” “Sharon, you got 56%, well done. Julia, you.