While the band stayed on the bus, we noticed all the Mardi Gras beads hanging in the trees. Right next to our bus was a small crepe myrtle tree with a... number of beads just out of reach (about 8 feet in the air). One of the chaperones asked the band director to get some beads. Well he just stepped off that bus, grabbed that tree and leaned backwards. That trunk bent easily so the beads were dangling in easy reach. The band director stood there holding the trunk bent, while half a dozen. .YESSSS! You could hear his balls slapping against me profusely. I grabbed the shoe rack in front of me to brace myself, and to keep me from collapsing. His cock was so deep, and I didnt know how he managed to hit my g spot with (almost) every pump. I felt his cock twitch, so I knew he was going to cum soon. He kept pounding and pounding me. I heard the front door open. My teacher was moaning so loud that he didnt even hear it. Part of me wanted her to find us, so that hed be forced to. Mpph?Caren liet de schaamlippen los,en begon weer Katriens spleet te plagen. Katrien lag te kronkelen op haar schoot, haar kontje omhoog af en toe losmakend van Caren’s schoot door het omhoog te duwen, kronkelend van pijn..ofwel uitnodigend naar Caren toe, alsof ze onbewust vroeg om meer;Caren sloeg met vlakke hand op Katrien’s vuurrode linkerbil, en direct erna weer , en weer, zo kort 6 keer achter elkaar, steeds harder.Katrien kon het niet meer houden, ze schreeuwde het uit van de pijn,. Shawn's hands were on his hips and I guided them to the back of my head, where his fingers entwined themselves in my thick hair. The message was clear; I wanted him to guide me, to use me for his pleasure, to control me. I knew that this is what Shawn had been wanting, what would finally bring him off. He started pumping my mouth with long strokes, his head tipped back as his hands pulled my face onto his cock with each thrust. Shannon timed his thrusts into my ass so that he was pulling.