Literally. I had shaved the day before, and now my groin was itchy. I tried scratching it through my sweatpants, but that didn’t work. I tried again..., reaching under my sweatpants and itching through my boxers. Still nothing. At this point, my body mistook my intentions and decided to pitch a very visible tent in my sweatpants.Luckily, I sat in the back corner of class, and when I angled my chair a certain way, nobody could see, not even the teacher. As far as embarrassment went, I was safe.. You place your hands on mine and lean back into me. I rest my lips next to your ear and whisper ‘time to cum’. You bite your lip and moan quietly then follow me back to our dark hallway. You press your back to the wall, cross your wrists above your head, and spread your thighs for me on your own accord. I stand in front of you with a slightly raised eyebrow and a curiously impressed smirk. ‘Good girl, this release is well deserved.’ You happily reply ‘thank you, Sir.’ With you already in. Continuing to kiss each other while they were jilling on the other, each of them reached orgasm several times, groaning out their ecstasy into the others mouths. I had been stroking my cock for some time now, and it was becoming surprisingly hard, watching the girl-on-girl action. They continued, totally unaware of my presence, for several more minutes. Finally, Chantelle pushed Kaylee away. Chantelle, panting from her exertions, leaned her head back on the side of the tub and sighed.Nor was. “Yes, this is also true and one never knows when that might come in handy,” I agreed, even as I watched the priest with the two nuns, Sisters Agnes and Charlotte.We were now a rather large and growing host of half-naked folks. Mysteriously, even the ones who hadn’t gone to Chantilly’s Lace still had the same outfit by now, marking them as part of our group. We marched like an army, too, our weapons ready and our morale very high, even a degree of discipline, unity of the chain of command, and.