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Her simple strip white cotton panties were slowly getting moist, and both were breathing hard. "Feels good right?" Emily asked "Real good" Nancy told her. "Want to feel something even better?" Emily asked with a sly smile. 'OK" was the hesitant response. At that, Emily crawled down striptease between her legs, and pulled her panties aside. Nancy had a scared 'ick' sort of face, which vanished with Emily's first lick. 'Mmmm" was the Brunette only response. As Emily licked, and I watched, our eyes met, and I could see Emily grin as she ate her friend out. After a moment, I was getting way too turned on, so I silently returned to my desk. I put my heels back on and make considerable noice as I walked to the white board and started humming as I erased. "Hey girls, I think I see Nancy's mom here" My little fib made truth not 2 seconds later. Rustling sounds of tiny sundresses going back in to place, followed by the emergence of amateur a flush faced Nancy, and Emily looking like the cat that ate the Canary. Nancy grabbed her stuff and was out the door. "Bye Canary" I called to her, leaving her with a slightly confused look on her face. I smiled. "Back to reading Cat" I told Emily. She grinned, spun around and swung her hips back to the reading corner. I went to tiding up the room. ten minutes later, I was almost done, and went to put a couple of dozen reading books away in the reading corner. About half was through the book re shelving, Mrs. Benoit came to the door, knocked and let herself in with one movement. "Ms. Rogan," she started. Mrs. Benoit was an attractive woman in her day, but at 40, the bitterness of 2 failed marriages had left her looking more like an evil witch, an evil witch with an amazing body yes, but evil none the less. "Ms. Rogan" as she was saying, "I need all your end of quarter paperwork by the COB next Friday, We don't want a repeat of ....." She droned on. I payed close attention to everything she said, well, my eyes did, my mind was elsewhere, mostly on her ass. As she went on, and on, and on, I leaned over on the bookcases, not really intending to flash my cleavage at her, lets just call it a pleasent mistake. She noticed, got tounge tied briefly, and continued. As she spoke, I almost jumped out of my skin. Emily had remained silent, and moved over by me, hiden by the bookcases from Mrs. Benoit. At first her hand was just on my calf, gentle caress, and a subtle squeeze. When her hand reached up to my knee, I knew I was in trouble, big time. Sliding her hand slowly up my leg, under my dress, she reached the cuff of my stockings, I could almost see her tiny hands cresting the white lace trim. Further it went, on to bare skin. She quietly got erotic to her knees beside my, and reached all the way to my ass cheek, first kneeding the left one, then the right. She was, after all, only wearing an oversized shirt and her pajama pants. “Two can erotic play at this game.” I replied as I pushed my striptease finger deeper into her. I pulled away from the table enough to turn to face them. She waves as we walk towards each other. Walter moved his tongue higher and began swabbing his mom's clitoris from side to side. Although I never let on to the women in strip my life, I was seriously questioning if this was what I wanted in the end. His cock disappeared and he played with her boobs. I reminded them. "No, soon to be wife," Edwin said. She told me not to do it again. How? She was frantically Brunette fucking herself on the amateur bottle when she climaxed with a long, tortured scream before collapsing and bursting into tears. Bonnie began to cry. I still manage to fall asleep quickly enough though. “No.” I said. “The next two years were a lot of fun,” I said, “but went much like those first two. Then she pushes me flat to the bed and kneels over me, my hard cock in her hand. As I stand in the shower, the hot water feels energetic to my aching body. Gliding his fingers up and down his shaft with a loose grip, Kyle let out a soft moan.