I couldn’t wait, I wore them out the store. Some frilly thong. Barely covers anything. Phew! My legs are getting tired. I have to lean against the g...lass. I hope no one is looking from the first floor. Although, if they did, they would get to see my new very expensive panties I just bought. What's this? The glass is fogging up! I’m soaked down there! I run to the bathroom, I can’t resist giving myself the finger or two. There, that should hold me. But what about my new panties? I don’t want them. He hears her quick gasps as she reads of own ravishment, sees her hands clenching and unclenching, chest heaving. He smiles, knowing how wet she must be now.I wonder how our story will end, what you’ll write to it, he muses as he removes her halter, lifts her breasts from each bra cup then teases her nipples, twisting them, hard, harder. She groans, twisting in her seat, melting even more as she feels the cuffs restraining her. There must be a puddle under me, she thinks, ashamed. He turns her. Diffidently, she suggested, "Maybe Jolene had the right idea..." Milk?" Mike asked. "I dunno..." Sucking tits isn't a distraction for most guys!" Jolene panted. "Shit, Baby, I LOVE this dick! Mama's gonna be so good to you..." She got this really intent look on her face, then gasped, "Ah, shit! I'm gonna cum! Awww SHIIIIT!" She bounced up and down like a crazed thing for a few moments, wailing, "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!!" then stopped dead, puffing... "Gimme a second. Fuck, that was good!" Then she. Russell Thornton’s murder was the main topic of conversation in the lunchroom. Jake filled in Nan on Melissa’s location and status so she could brief the other cheerleaders. After lunch, Jake walked Erika to her next class. She had her arm through his and was deliberately pushing her large breast against his bicep.“Mama said that just because I was on my period doesn’t mean I can’t take care of my man. She even told me a couple of ways to do it. They sounded deliciously dirty, and I want to try.