.. the Junior Prom, the Senior Ball, our Orchestra Concerts... where she had her hair done, her nails manicured, a dress or skirt on, and she looked a...mazing! But most of the time, it was "dress down" day for her. As much as I tried to coax her into getting "prettied up" more often, that's just who she was.It's too bad. She was about 5'5" (slightly shorter than me), with pale blue eyes and shoulder length hair. She's naturally a light brunette, but she would frequently color her hair so that it. “I think he’s awake.”“Loud, isn’t he?”“Even louder than you were when I bit your...”“I was not loud! Not that loud, anyway...”“You were, just a little...”“I didn’t wake anyone up, did I?”“Nobody could’ve woke Mac up.”“So, I wasn’t loud. OW!”“Hey! You two SHUT UP! Oh, sweet Hey Zeus...”“You pray to Zeus?”“That’s Jesus to you – and I thought I said shut up!”“Yep, I heard him. He told you to shut up.”“He told us to shut up.”“Well, I wasn’t the one yelling...”“SHUT THE FUCK UP! JESUS! Owww...”Two. He had done about 20 strokes inside me. I could feel every twitch of his cock inside me, and then the hot boiling cum coating my inner walls, leaving their mark. He collapsed on top of me, panting. , and hugged me. His cock shrivelled slowly, and slipped out. Boy, it was fun!After a short break, it was Amit’s turn. He wanted to fuck me missionary style, something I had a secret fantasy about. He placed a pillow under my ass, lifted my legs high in the air and rested them on his shoulders. He. I gently slid the vibrator down, able to hear the wetness even before I pushed the vibrator in. My hands worked the no-longer cool plastic against my wet opening. I teased myself until my toes curled against the sheets, hips arching and clit throbbing. I pinched at one of my barely-covered nipples and suddenly slid the toy into my needy pussy. "Fuck," I breathed desperately, suddenly feeling much more full than I had in a long time. My thighs shook some and I allowed myself a little bit of time.