We moaned at the same time.“Are you gonna take it like a good little slut?” he asked as he moved up, whispering in my ear.“Yes! Fuck me hard, ma...ke me your slut,” I moaned. Tom started thrusting into me, quickly picking up his pace, fucking me deeper and harder. I kept moaning his name, begging him to fuck me even harder.“That’s it, such a good fucking slut, take this cock. Damn, that tight pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock,” he grunted, holding onto my hip with one hand, pulling me. There was something about her that disturbed me but I could not put my finger on it. She was wearing a pair of rather tight jeans and a white man’s style shirt with a button down collar. She was clearly tall and very slender, small breasted and with very short but glossy dark hair. Gorgeous. ‘Reading something interesting?’ I told her it was a biography of Lord Nelson. ‘Bloody hell! I’m Donna.’ I introduced myself and, looking more closely at her realised that she had mismatched eyes; one was a. Everyday I have one hour of a thing namedbehavior classes. Also I'm already matriculated in a full time manicureand pedicure technical course.I take a bath still feeling awkward with my new female body. When Ireturn to the room I already find the clothes Spicy picked for me towear at dinner. Only Cherry is in the room and as I start to put myclothes on she says. "So, you're beginning your activities tomorrow?" "Guess I am," I casually answered while I squeeze my round ass in amicro denim. We cut down to a close-up of the action between her thighs as she finds the tip of his cock with her finger-tips, twisting to reach back further and almost take hold of the cock - steering it toward her snatch, helping him in – not that he looks like he needs too much help ... The tip finding the wetness between her soft pussy lips, poking through – then quickly driven home.“OOooaaahhhh, fffuucckk!” She shrieks as he drives deep – the end of his sheath bumping up against her lips and clit as he.