Clarisse had to unzip the bottom half to keep from having to sit with her knees pressed together like some prim and proper old lady. Clarisse was wet ...and the sweet aroma of her womanly nectar wafted up to our noses. “Yes, I was right,” Daisy declared. “We are having a very private party upstairs after our students and their guests leave. As a rule, it’s a party for the staff, their spouses, or their dates. But I, we, want you two to attend as our guests.” She placed a hand on my thigh, her. They looked the part of a street hooker, or as close to it as they could get.Dave just smiled as they walked past us and went over to the bar, and I had a hard to even open my mouth to say a thing, I was completely in awe. Dave got up and went to the bar where they were standing, and starting talking with them as if he didn’t know them and asked them to join us at our table so some drinks and diner. Of course they accepted his invitation, with Kelly sitting next to Dave and Tish next to me,. There are fresh, red handprints on her buttocks.With every collision of their bodies, every thrust of his cock into her, she cries out, 'Don't stop! Harder! Fuck me harder! Pleeease!'She grasps the cold metal bar of the bedframe for support as her whole body is riding the ferocious waves. Her black curly hair being flown to the side as she turns back to look into his eyes. He curls his lips into a vicious smile and he thrusts even harder. So close…so very close.Then he stops abruptly and. She sat there on the edge of the bed, jerking me off as I just laid back half in shock, half in sheer pleasure. I don’t know if Aunt Sheila figured I was too surprised to move, or too horny to stop her. She let go of me and stood up from the bed. I looked at my aunt’s thighs were spread apart a little, and she slowly pulled up the towel so that I could see between her legs at her exposed pussy. Her pussy lips were completely shaved, the only hair was on her mound was a thin little strip of.