The horns were like the song that was in it. Lust filled me. All of a sudden it stopped, as they posed and my eyes fixated onto one person in the fron...t.“…and the Enchanting... Wings Dance Team… Your Mighty Eagle Band!”I was on the 25-yard line with Kendra Jackson, a cheerleader, who read all my expressions. I had disdain for her. We were representing the National Honor Society. I was king. She was my queen. (I didn’t vote for her… Something about her rubbed me the wrong way)“Who are you staring. I opened my laptop and spent the rest of the morning, reading emails and browsing the internet. When it got to be noon, I decided to call downstairs and order a salad for lunch and just eat in my room. I had decided to eat light as I had planned on a nice dinner tonight, whether Terri could join me or not. I went back to my laptop and was looking around at different things. I was still feeling rather stimulated from my orgasm in the shower and was perusing videos of women being seduced by other. ”“Why?”“I was seeing David Attenborough later, and I was thinking of the pandas.” The interviewer sniggered, and I shrugged. “In the rush of the interview, the bottle was crushed and the elixir leaked from my jacket onto the floor.”“Then what happened?”I ran my hands through my hair and smiled at the camera; the events raw in my mind and I told my account to the flushed woman and the nation.Foxxxy and Hattie were the first people affected; they were nearest to my jacket. She tailed off in the. I needed to see the passionate lust/love in her features while I filled her. Her hands moved instinctively to the mounds of her breasts as I sat up to my knees between her supple thighs and began to stroke into her sopping choot. It looked lovely. I alternated between watching her face and hands and dinking in the sight of my cock as it pistoned in and out of her swollen, silken choot. The sights brought me to my orgasm quickly.I looked into her eyes and alerted her, “I’m going to cum soon,.