They chatted through the first course, but it became clear that the poet was gay. No problem with that, but it was obvious that he was more interested... in making a play for Sandy, than chatting about literature, or anything else. Their conversation withered as the poet turned his attention elsewhere. Sandy focused on his food: standard mass-production conference stuff. And sipped the very potable Merlot as he glanced around the table attentively. He had noticed a very attractive woman opposite. A loud whimper of acceptance tore it self from my twenty - three year old body when the pink - colored tips of my heaving boobs were pulled and twisted. My sounds let the intruder who was buried deep inside my quivering meat know that I wanted more of what he was doing. His big cock kept pounding away causing the nerves in my body to scream with pure delight. Then the big vein that runs the length of a male pleasure stick started throbbing against my vagina walls signaling that this round of. Slowly, it started to become intense. After some time, we were all over each other. She got on top of me, pinned me against the bed and held my arms apart. Her long hair covered her beautiful face, but it didn’t make her look less sexy. She reached for my cock and just touched the tip.I felt it grow to its full glory in a matter of milliseconds. She giggled and bent down further to kiss me. Instead, she started to kiss my neck. It felt good. She slowly started to lick me. She then made her way. Both girls were tonguing each other relentlessly, squirming and moaning the whole time. My dick was actually aching it was throbbing so hard. I had to restrain myself so the two pixies could get each other off. Only until they experienced the joy of lesbian sex would they be able to enjoy each other even when a hard cock wasn’t available. It’s part of my responsibility as a teacher, for cripe’s sake. It wasn’t long before my two little vixens were holding each other for dear life.