Picking up speed, she was soon almost climbing off before sitting down further and further, while I rocked my hips, trying to slip deeper inside her. ...Gradually it seemed she was taking more and more of my dick as her pussy stretched to welcome my size.“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, YES!” Marissa screamed as another orgasm built. “Jesus, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she cried as she carried on like she was riding a bucking bronco. Suddenly I felt a burning surge as her juices gushed over my cock.“Fuck. "Sure thing, Spryte. Come her, Lana. Let me find something for you." Lucille rummaged around a drawer until she found a tunic and tights similar to what Lana was currently wearing. "Here, you can use this tunic and tights. They should fit better than the ones you're wearing right now."Lana looked at the clothing Lucille had picked. The tunic was a sky blue color, while the tights were a light pink color.Lana stared at Lucille and said, "I can't wear these! These are girls clothes!"Spryte flew. Then quickly eat my lunch before heading back to class. “Do you like to party” my new bong mates, asked me? I told them of my position with my dad; and all about sneaking out at night. Hoping it would explain why I do what I do each lunch time. They told me they knew a place I could go at night if I managed to get out. It was the squat houses I had seen when I walked home from Matthew’s along the bike track. I did go to squat house once with my new found school friends in the May after I had. I imagined that my hand stroking my shaft was an amazingly tight pussy; I imagined it was her amazingly tight pussy, and I began jerking faster and faster, and lightly rubbed and caressed my balls with my other hand.I looked down at her again, and noticed she had now tucked her skirt up into the waistband, and had one hand covering her pussy, as she alternated between fucking herself and rubbing her clit with her fingers. Her hand was glossy with her own juices. Her inner thighs were shiny..