I was happy that the first man I had ever kissed was now taking my ass. And how he did it seemed so polite; he took his time and realized I was in unf...amiliar territory. I was willing to wager that he had done this before (taken someone's ass cherry. Not necessarily a young boy's ass but how was he to know?)I felt him go in even deeper. My body was at a breaking point. I wanted more of him but I just couldn't take it. I held my hand down to my side and grabbed at his leg to hold him at bay. He. She was on her way.Forty minutes later they were fucking in a broom closet that had shelves on three sides and was chock full of brooms, mops and buckets; and paper towels and toilet paper. Rosa 's dress was up around her hips; her twisted pantyhose tossed feveredly into the corner, lay half in - half out of a bucket containing water and ammonia; and were hopelessly ruined. But her legs were wrapped securely around his hips as he pounded his durable cock into her sopping wet cunt.They shifted. I froze when Miss Champney’s blade scored its touch on my neck, and then moved only my right arm to point my own foil down and away to my side.‘I submit’, I said, looking directly at her. Saying this, rather than the usual term ‘I yield’, was my signal that I felt had practised enough and – with her approval, and if she was satisfied with my efforts – we could now have a rather different type of workout. I held my breath, as for a long moment she stood as still as a statue, appraising me, and. She was just washing her hair as she heard something. It sounded like the door. ‘Somebody there’ tori asked. Nobody responded, so she continued washing her hair, but she still was pretty sure someone was watching her. Was it Steve? Maybe her father? She was disgusted and wanted to go out, but she also got a little bit turned on by it. She started to soap her boobs, giving there some more attention then needed. Then she got out.Still kinda turned on by the idea of being watched, she remembered.