He pushed the tip of his tongue past the ring of muscle, probing into her tight hole.“Oh!” she cried, loving the combined sensations.She began to ...breathe heavily, her ass pressed back against his hands and face.“Oh, that feels so good!” she gasped. “Don’t stop!”“ Don’t stop!” she pleaded again. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna… aaa… Ahhhhhhh!”She let out a deep, almost catlike yowl, her ass pushing back against his probing tongue, her tight asshole contracting along with her pussy as she came. Wilkins' office. I took the familiar walk, knocked on Room 105 again and Pamela invited me in."Hello, Bill, it's nice to see you again. Welcome back to TGI," she merrily exclaimed from behind her oak desk. She arose, walked over to me, took my hands in hers, and affectionately kissed my cheek, as if we had been friends for years. 'Man, I could really go for this chick,' I thought, and then remembered that this "chick" used to be a man like myself, although you would never believe that by. Valerie was blonde, about the same height and weight as Sarah. But she seemed a lot more free in her speech, perhaps a bad girl. Which interested me. Since both of them were cheerleaders, they had lithe athletic bodies.But unlike Sarah,Valerie always seemed to wear the skimpiest of clothes when she came over to visit my daughter. This time she had on extremely short and ragged denim cutoffs and a yellow jersey that did little to hide the fact that she was not wearing a bra. Also, she had a. . Dottie!"She took the girl into her cabin and stripped her down to her skin. The milk-white skin was shocking in comparison to the sun tans of the crew and even her own exposed skin. Eve could not resist spanking the girl's bare bottom playfully a few times just to see her reaction. She was pleased that the girl just spread her legs wider and held onto the rail on the wall. It was nice to know the girl was submissive and not one of those trouble-making resistors who always seemed to make a.