The women giggled as I jumped when Anita broke the silence.“What are you waiting for! Unlace my boots; I can’t wait to get these leather leggings ...off, I am so hot and sticky, you are going to clean them thoroughly for me.” I immediately did as I was ordered, my cock pulsing and bobbing as it jutted out; the smell of women and leather intensifying my yearning. My mistress and Hortense strutted either side in their tight pencil skirts, canes at the ready in case I did not perform quickly. The principal looked annoyed, but let it slide.Does he know I’m the David that caused the uproar with the principal at my school last year?Each of the songs were the extended, remixed, long versions too.When the first one started I had a different girl cut in. Instead of having my dick slid between her legs to rub her clit, she had me squat down a bit and she got on her tip toes. With a hand on my shoulder, and the other between her legs, she dropped down as I stood back up. The angle caused my. Suddenly, she plunged downward and speared half of Ned into herself. Ned’s tip bumped a barrier and for a moment he thought she might be a virgin. She retreated to quarter-length and plunged again. Ned’s knob popped through her cervix and he was fully embedded. Portia rolled her hips rubbing his tip against the walls of her womb. She kissed and suckled his erect nipples. The sensations and the notion of this new mode of arousal took away Ned’s control and he sprayed his seed deep in her core. . Perhaps, in total amazement. He was speechless...and yet, he nodded his head. Never taking my eyes off from my son's eyes...trying to convey my love for him...my hand became active; I loosened his belt. I then unbottoned his pants...the only sound at that moment, was his zipper being lowered. My son tensed up...I slipped my hand into his crotch, through the opening of his boxers...and the first time; I wrapped my fingers around my son's erect penis.I was able to free my son's cock. My heart was.