White drapery hung from the rafters; the whole room looked as though it was glowing. You seemed to be glowing, too."You clean up nice," you comment, ...noticing my dress shirt and black slacks."Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself," I reply."I'm pretty sure we've already covered that subject," you say, brushing your hand past mine as you walk towards our table. I pause for a second, slightly shocked by the signal you've just sent.Coming to, I quickly make my way to the table and sit down. These women knew how to handle men.I sat and asked their names politely and was rewarded with, “Well, you know I’m Pamela, and this is Peggy.”Peggy was great looking also, thin with perky B-cup boobs and a slim body. Yes, guitarists love nice tits; it’s the first thing we see, right? We talked for a moment and after remarking that she loved my voice, excused herself and left for the ladies' room.Reaching her hand out to touch my arm, Pamela looked demurely at me and asked, “Are you ready for. He buried his lund to the hilt, deep up between her squirming, quivering fair thighs!"Aaaaaaahhh...!" Reena grunted as she felt felt choot walls flowering before his thickened lund. "Ooooooohhhhh... uuuuuuunnnnhhhh... UUUUHHHHGGG!"And as Reena continued to grunt and groan, Ankit began to fuck unceasingly into her from behind, soft, satiny flesh of her choot rippling like tiny wavelets before his body-jarring thrusts.At first it seemed to Reena that a huge log had been forced into the sensitive. Rachel: I did it, you can copy mine. Rachel opens her workbook to reveal pages and pages of pornographic cartoons. A crude masterpiece. Blood rushed to Tod’s organ. Rachel: Do you like it?Tod: I think you’re going to get extra credit for that. Rachel is rubbing her pussy against the corner of his desk, lathering it with her juices. Rachel: It feels really good when I do this. Do you ever get this way? Tod: Yeah, but we’re not really supposed to do that at school though. Rachel: You should try.