The name wasClark Parrington, now it's Claudine. I had been swimming in the samearea. The tide caught me... and I was dragged along... I managed tofig...ht it... somewhat... and... suddenly it was easy. The tide wasbroken up by... rocks. Oh yes, I suddenly found that I no longer feltsomething between my legs and my chest felt very... different. Igrabbed onto a rock and screamed. Then I heard voices of womennearby... shouting to me they told me I wasn't alone... they asked...begged me to come over.. She looked at me and said, “I’m going to eat your ass like you ate my pussy!” Her tongue slid down my crack as her hands pushed my legs up. Holy Shit! I felt her hot wet tongue slide over my asshole and back again, back and forth, pressing in the tip and tongue fucking my ass for all she was worth. I could feel it swirl over my ass, then back up to my balls, then back to my ass, powerfully pushing her tongue in as far as she could. It went on for what seemed an eternity and felt so. But Mr. Johnson was bigger at 6'4" and always carried a hard-to-read expression. You know, men always size up their competition. I sized him up and found him a little intimidating. Sitting in class, I often thought about fucking her and her husband finding out. What would his face look like then? Not gonna lie; right or wrong, this thought turned me on."That's it for today," Mr. Johnson said, closing his book.As everyone left their seats, Mrs. Johnson called to me, "Alec, would you mind staying. “Please,” David whispered; begging his sister.He looked down beseechingly at his engorged penis and Jennifer giggled. She knew what her brother craved.She took the diaphanous hosiery and slid a hand inside one of the legs; her ruby-red fingernail polish smouldered through the sheer nylon. She opened the leg of the hosiery with both hand sand lowered it to her brother’s crotch.David gasped as his sister d****d the stocking over his swollen penis. She stretched and smoothed the diaphanous garment.