When Joan slipped from my finger, she slipped off the bed. I took my pussy juice covered finger, placed it at Dana's anal opening."Oh God John do it, ...shove your finger in my arse!" Dana bobbed her head faster on my cock as my finger plunged into her tight arse."Oooooohhhh, that feels so good!" Dana and I continued to pleasure each other. My finger slid deeper into her tight arse. Suddenly I felt something warm, being spread over my pubic area. Before I could say anything, Dana rubbed her pussy. Someone starts singing and that goes on for awhile. I have seen this numerous times, but I want you to experience it as well, so we sit and watch until the fire collapses.We return to the booth and finish packing the product and breaking down the display racks and tables. We leave it all in the booth and visit with a couple of the other vendors, then go into the van. We strip down and you remove your mask. We curl up together and fall asleep. In the morning, we wake up and get some breakfast.. Demonstrating iron willpower, I took my homemade sandwiches to the staff room for lunch rather than braving the fair for what I really wanted: a big, greasy hamburger. “Miss Granger, are you lost? This is the staff room. Strictly no student’s permitted.” Oh my goodness! Hermione jokes from my colleagues now. It was the principal, Neil Smith, dressed for-fuck’s-sake as Dumbledore, the principal at Harry Potter’s Hogwarts School. He was wearing a long, white Santa Claus beard, his college. I ran my hand through his hair and down to his shoulders, his hand snaking around my waist to the small of my back pulling me into him. I tugged at his shirt, wanting to feel his broad masculine chest against me, he let me take control as I kissed his neck, tracing my tongue along his collarbone and slowly working my way down his chest. Dropping to my knees in-front of him, my hands are trembling as I unbutton his jeans, loving the sound his zipper makes as I pull it down. Hooking my fingers.