Nothing unusual. I thought, should I go. Then her hand strayed a little lower, just brushing her hairs. No, she wasn't going to play, was she? She rai...sed one knee and her legs were slightly parted. I noticed her nipples were stiff now. Wonderful, chapel hat pegs, as my husband would say. She put the book down. She spread her legs wide. One hand squeezing her breasts in turn, the other now kneading her mound. I unzipped my jeans and slipped my hand into my pants. I am a frequent mastubator and. I sort of folded in on myself. Music. I was friendly enough and polite enough to the other students and I was smart enough so that I wasn't on my teachers' radar except when they noticed that Kara Sevinsky has been running 98% on every test they gave her.The letter home to Dad about that got me praise. After all, I was HIS daughter, therefore anything positive that came out of my existence was a credit to him. Some kids would rebel at that supposition. I knew some in school who were doing just. A woman dancing next to us kissed Jay full on the mouth and I could feel her hand over mine, her fingers searching out the wetness between Jay’s legs. I held Jay’s pussy lips apart and I felt our new dance partner slip a finger into Jay’s wet, hot pussy. Her fingers were now as wet as mine with Jay’s love juices. After a few minutes our dancing partner stepped back and we watched her put her finger into her mouth, sucking Jay’s wetness from it whilst smiling and dancing back into the crowd.. He stood behind her, moving in and out slowly, almost pulling all the way out before pushing steadily back in until his cockhead nudged her cervix.“Faster! Pull my hair!”He took her pony tail in his pudgy fist and pulled her back onto his impaling knob, grunting a little with each thrust. Faith reached underneath herself, alternating between rubbing her clit and massaging his swinging balls. Her tits were mashed against the grubby surface of the desk and she found herself looking at a double.