She hadn't helped edit the newspaper. She hadn't sat at the front of class or raised her hand promiscuously or sweated about grades. She'd been on the... tennis team, but I never got the impression she tried all that hard. She was, basically, normal. She was also, in real life, smoking hot. Freckled, red hair, quick laugh, very trim. She also gave off a good girl vibe, but she was far more accessible than her intimidating sister.After a few minutes of banter, we exited the bookstore with our loot. Tara had them serve her, whether itwas cleaning, cooking, polishing her nails and sometimes, she would lie down onher chair while both superheroines would suck on hertoes, which were dirty and not clean, so they were cleaning it now. But Tara was just getting started. She had both ex-superheroinesstrapped down with the ropes on their wrists and ankles dragging them down,under two wooden tables. This time they were completely naked and their asseslooked fine and white. Their mouths had ball gags. I could feel the little bumps of her breasts pressing against my chest.Her free hand roamed down my back and came to rest on my bottom. Her kissing became fiercer, I felt her hot breath on my cheek."Is that any way for a good Christian girl to behave?" I teased."Why?" she asked me, disingenuously, "are we supposed to be boring?" Pick a date that will make a good mate," I recalled one of the many slogans on the hall wall at camp."So how are we suppose to know?" she answered, smiling.I. I remained still as he found my warm nipple again and resumed his playing until it swelled again to his manipulations and now he knew I was responding. He started to masturbate across my face and his cock head was over my mouth and under my nose, making contact with my lips and nasal orifice as his stroking was more determined and extremely pleasurable for him. I decided to take him into my mouth and blow him quietly, swallowing his load and letting him have that experience. As he stroked I let.