The only option, if you would like to call it one,was to masturbate in the bathroom or the girls' lockers.The problem of concentration was getting har...der by theminute. She caught herself touching her itchy pussy overher jeans during the math class. She was lucky she wassitting in the last row and next to her was the classgeek, who was too occupied, trying to discover thetreasures of the inner depths of his nose with hisfinger.During lunch time, the problem got even worse. Shealmost forgot to. She was blonde and thin, with the perfect round tits, just big enough to stretch the tight t-shirts she wore every day. Though she normally wore jeans or business pants, today she had this tight skirt barely half the length of her creamy thighs. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail that fell down to her shoulders, but she left bangs of golden blonde hair dashing her forehead above bright green eyes. She was sitting on an empty desk at the front of the class reading a book. Every time she. Then I had my third orgasm…Harder and faster they stroked, spurting down my throat and up my cunt. After what seemed like an eternity, Anton pulled out from my cunt and Charlie from my mouth at same time. They both collapsed on the bed.Several minutes passed before I could get up and walk to the bathroom. I felt my knees weak after those three intense and brutal orgasms.My mouth felt stretched and sticky with cum and my cunt was making squishing noises as it leaked onto the floor with every. Her son was on his back, his feet spread wide apart, and as he looked back at her, he slid one hand up and down upon his stiff prick. Betty could see the juice upon its lavender head and the beautiful hairy cluster of his crotch, then veined and wrinkled sack of his youthful testicles."Mom," he said, "oh mom-- you handled everything perfectly down there. I tried to hold it back, but when daddy was fucking Linda so hard, and there you were with Glenn between your legs-- I came all over my hand.