She covered her face in her hands as she squeezed her muscles trying to get rid of as much as possible. God what a mess.Stacey wiped her tender lips c...lean. Damn him! Why did it have to be Michael? She'd just about known him her whole life, and he was one of her best friends. She could talk to Michael about anything. She could share anything with him. Okay, after last night, make that everything. She groaned.Why did he have to be some kind of hot lover? He was incredible. What woman wouldn't. "Okay," she whispered to the camera, "I'm going to take a break."She quickly shut the laptop and put it in the backpack and hurried off to the ladies' room. Once in a stall, she slipped her bra off through her armholes and shoved it in the backpack. After covering the seat, she pulled her panties down, pulled her dress up, and sat on the toilet. Spreading her legs, she started to touch herself, this time unfettered by interfering cloth. Her fingers settled on her clit, circling it in that. His hands ran up and down my small five-foot frame. He paused at my breasts and fondled them roughly with his pale green hands. My eyes started to well up with tears. I couldnt believe what was happening to me. Everything seemed so surreal. My name is Stem. What can I call you? He looked at me, his unblinking eyes stared at my nipples. He took my nipples between his fingers and pinched. Stacey, I said wincing at the feeling of him squeezing my nipples. Stacey, he repeated. Stem reached his hand. The sensations coming from my pussy were amazing; I wanted it to go on forever, but the faster he licked me the closer I came to orgasm. Suddenly, waves of my orgasm rushed over me, again and again my body tightened and released until I was crying with the joy of it. Kulkarni chacha reached up to hold me until my sobbing stopped. Grateful, I looked for a way to repay him. Reading my mind, he began to undress. His cock was swollen, harder than I’d ever seen. I knew he needed release, so I pulled.