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LOVE INTOXICATED
Sigh…
Anne had been working for this financial company for nearly 10 years now; giving her all, actually too much to climb the leader of success. Now looking back she realize that’s she’s got what she wanted…she’s got a home, well a mansion, a booming career…yes that’s all she ever wanted, or was it? It suddenly dawns on her that something was amiss. And like may career woman; she knows it’s a man and possibly kids. Yes the now familiar empty feel always grips her heart the moment she walks into her empty home at night.
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“Alone again”, she mumbles to herself when she enters her home, tired and worn from a hectic day at work, but instead of relaxing she went straight to her study, opened her briefcase to go thorough the new applications for the new interns. “Damn, at least they could’ve included some pictures to make it interesting”, she said to herself. After reading through all the application she picked some prospective ones and got up for that long awaiting bath. Just then the phone rings. “Oh man…” she mumbled again irritated. She’s so tired and just wants to get in a hot bath. It was her sister, trying to get her to accompany them for a night out. “Please Shari; I had enough of blind dates.” Oh, c’mon Anne, it’s nothing like that. We’re just a bunch of friends going to have a good time, ok”. Anne pondered before she answers. Truth is, tonight she’s definitely not in the mood for her own company. So with a little hesitation, she agreed to meet them at the club around the corner. Luckily it’s near her home. She went through her bathing routine without any special effort for her night out. But felt a little excitement when she put on her underwear. One thing about Anne is that although she’s a formidable business woman, she’s all women. She loves sexy underwear; it makes her feel and act very sexy… After locking her door, she triples down the chairs to her car and says with a smile, “Here we go…night, here I come!” In the car-park She reaches the club just as her sister pulled into the car park. She’s always glad to see her sister, but hate it when she gets coupled up with some poor loser who thinks he’ll get laid. She went along with it at first, but soon gave up; meaningless sex is not for her…. Shari was her usual sparkling self, grinning from ear to ear to see Anne already there. Surprisingly she’s alone tonight and not with the usual bunch that normally accompany her. The sisters’ shares a tight bond, since childhood even though their personalities are like night and day. They hug each other close and walked arm-in-arm to join the rest of the group, seemingly some new college pals of Shari.
In the club
The smoky interior of the club immediately makes Anne feeling light headed as soon as they make their way through the dancing couples on the floor. From the corner of her eye she sees a group of young guys and a few guys waving at them. “C’mon Anne, let me go and introduce you to my new friends. Loosen up sis; I promise you’ll have a great time.” Anne already regrets coming here. She’s already 32 and this group of people can hardly be 21. She can kick herself for giving in to Shari’s demands, but also knows that Shari hardly takes no for an answer and would’ve dragged her out of the house. At the table she was introduced around the table and couldn’t help blushing for the obvious admiring glances of the male students. There was one in particular that caught her eye. She reprimands herself however for even thinking in that way about guys this young. Surprisingly she loosened up after a glass of wine and was even asked to dance a couple of times, except by Clint, the guy she’s been eyeing since introduced to him. She notices that he only had some mineral water; must be a nerd…she thought to herself. The few times he spoke, she was drawn by his husky sexy voice. Oh well, she might as well enjoy herself, he certainly won’t be interested in someone like her. It was much later when they finally exited the club into the cool breeze of the night. Although Anne doesn’t stay far from the club, Shari insisted that Clint drive behind Anne to make sure she gets home safe. That’s the last thing Anne needed as she don’t have much time for the handsome stuck-up guy right now. He hasn’t said a word to her the entire evening and now he’s the one that must see to it that she gets home safe. She’ll get Shari for this tomorrow.
Anne’s car
Anne drove at a slow pace while humming to herself, more so because she feels nervous about the gorgeous hunk following her. Oh dread, now she have to talk to him… hmmm which I could thank him my way instead, she thinks to herself, grinning. Oh God, she’s soaking wet, just by thinking about his hot body.
Home
The mansion stood like a giant intruder in her sight. “Well Anne, alone again”, she said to herself. She pulls into her driveway and sees that he’s parked right behind her. She wants to shout at him that she’s ok now; he can leave, but stop mid-way when he gets out of his car, moved to her passenger side and motioned for her to open the door. “What now?” She asked under her breath. Is he going to give me a lecture on my driving now? It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him if there was a problem, but he looked angry. He just sat there looking at her with those smoldering eyes. Anne was dumbfounded, what was this guy’s problem, but something in his eyes stirred some emotions that have got her tingling all over, and so far he hasn’t said a word. “Oohh”, Anne moans when he suddenly grabed her and kissed her with so much passion that she lost her breath. His hands were all over her, and when they came up for breath he said “I wanted to do that the whole night”. “What? You big idiot, why didn’t you say anything? I want you just as much!” Anne cried out. He looked genuinely surprised at her words. Surely this gorgeous woman can’t possibly feel this raw emotions he’s been feeling since he laid eyes on her tonight. He never knew Shari had such a fabulous sister. Without a word Anne got out and told him in a voice full of emotion, “Want to come in for coffee?” He just smiled and walked with her hand-in-hand to the door. When they entered she led them to the kitchen and asked him how he takes his coffee. His answer to this was, “The hell with the coffee; I want you”. He picked her up and carried her to the couch… No words were needed as they explored each others’ bodies while kissing frantically. They were naked in no time. Clint moved between Anne’s legs and he first stared in wonder at her swollen clit, admiring her beauty and enjoying her musky odor. He rubed with his right hands fingers over her clit and can feel her body contract with the sensitivity of his touch. He keep on rubing and then inserted a middle finger to play with her g-spot…Anne was soon on the brink of a orgasm when he withdrew his fingers…and waited for her to calm down. He blew on her pussy with his warm breath and replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue….first kissing her rosy lips softly and then starting to tongue fuck her rhythmically…Anne was squirming under his erotic onslaught, whispering his name, urging him on with her hips…when she was close to Cuming again he stopped and moved up to her mouth…he was rock hard, Anne needed no encouraging and started sucking him with gusto…tasting him…licking up and down his shaft, moaning….”ooohhh, you taste so good”. Anne was beyond herself and could feel him build up as he was growing bigger, but he pushed her away, then moved down put his penis at her cave of pleasure and entered her with a shudder, riding her slowly and then fiercely as she shouts, “harder Clint….oohhh harder please, I want it all…!” He fucked her hard …and she came with a squirt and he followed suit, filling her up…his cum dripping from her pussy. They lay spent, and Anne can’t be sure, but she imagined he said just before falling asleep, “I love you Anne”.
The next morning
Anne woke with a start. She was alone with a dripping pussy full of Clint’s cum. She tried putting him out of her mind and went to her routine as usual. But it wasn’t that easy, as she rbers every single detail of their love making. “I am so deep in trouble. I’m in love for the first time in my life and don’t even have the guy’s phone number. Who’s the idiot now?”
The boardroom
Anne had to interview the new interns and can’t wait for it to be over. She sigh a relieved when it was finally over. Now she can take a break before she meets the new head of her department. She hopes that the boss’ son doesn’t give her a hard time. She likes the way things are running here now, and junior better not try and change it. She knows she’s only 2 years his senior, but still… She heard the door open and closed but didn’t look up from the stack of papers in front of her, assuming its Margi her PA. When she finally looks up, irritated by the girl’s silence, she dropped her pen, staring at those smoldering piercing eyes. “Clint? You’re Clint de Wet? But…but…” “Yes Anne” he said in a quiet voice. Looking at him now, she can see he’s as shocked as her. “Anne please”, he started, thinking that she must think he planned all that had happened between them. “Shhhh”, Anne said. “What now, Clint?” “Anne, I love you. I loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you last night.” So she wasn’t imagining things. He does really love her , Anne thought to herself.
She was in his arms in seconds; kissing him passionate, not caring who might walk in on them.
"Oh my, I’m so glad he’s not as young as he looks; 30 aren’t that bad”.
Comando #1
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Randolph O. Mann
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Lindsey Leicester knew exactly why this meeting had been arranged, while her mother on the other hand had nary a clue. This whole affair had an impish deja vu feeling of a dreaded trip to Principal’ s Office which had placed Ms. Leicester on edge. As all single working moms know, conferencing with scholastic ‘professionals’ is always knotty. These types of summonses as a rule are meticulous orchestrated toward academia’ s favor and there was every reason to expect that today’s conference is arranged in similar fashion. Anticipating her pool of sympatric colleagues to augment appears a totally wasted effort, as once her divorce decree was made final “Mr. Co-Litigant” has seldom been obliged to show up at work let alone make an appearance on behalf of his daughter. Consequently today’s assbly will have to be addressed with the presently assbled cast of two and like lambs to the slaughter Mrs. Leicester and her daughter marched along the bookish corridor. Both women were primed for the worse and had come very inappropriately attired for a strident melee. Lindsey was wearing a slinky black dress featuring a plunging cowl neckline that nosedives all the way to her midriff eager to accent her influential amenities to a favorable advantage. While Mom arrived outfitted in a flirty yet officious pin-striped periwinkle jacket, matching pencil skirt, a harmonizing blue blouse accented with seamed stockings and complimenting high heeled shoes indicating this curvilinear lady was not a woman to be trifled with and she was abundantly prepared to prove it.
Together, mother and daughter stepped through the lecture hall door and as per formal protocol waited at the back ingress to be recognized. Ever so slowly the mesmeric twosome considered the cavernous atmosphere of the semi-circular Lecture Hall as their vision adjusted to the murkiness of the space. This titanic sanctuary of higher learning offered rotund theater seating for the sunken mahogany balustrade that had been sagaciously endowed with a multi-paned sliding whiteboard appliance, cleverly integrated theatrical lighting applications and also incorporating a high-tech over-head projection option for Power Point presentations, all mingling in design to encourage scrutiny upon any apprentice foolish enough to venture onto this theater of the cultured. The ladies’ calculated panoramic inspection pressed on, taking account of the unique seating arrangement that assimilated a massive writing table complete with an emerald shaded reading lantern tactically sited dead center among the congregational incumbency. This impressive work station was outfitted with a state-of-the-art sound system, Corinthian leather ink-padding, an Alienware Aurora m7700 laptop computer and,,, HIM!
The seated Professor was locally highlighted by the jaded glow cast from the author’s lantern upon his desktop that found this academic dressed in exemplary gloomy shades of fabric. Classically outfitted with jet black, front pleated, imported Boby Jones golfing pants, a long sleeved hand-tailored Ralph Lauren Bistre shirt and an understated amethyst hewed Jerry Garcia silk tie with Windsor style spectacles balanced half the way down the bridge of his nose. He was hot! With a fish or cut bail, no nonsense, graying at the temples, alpha male manner about him that can make women tingle just below their belly buttons. Surrounded by term papers, black-line sketches and Blue Books while referencing information from the LCD screen this multi-tasker of the highest order intentionally let his scheduled callers stew at the edge of his pedagogic realm to cement the picking order for this pre planned conference.
Then without even a word and using only a double twirl of his wrist that set his upwardly pointing index finger circling until a whip like gesture of his dialing-digit steered the two women down the stairs and onto the plinth of his scholastic forum. Descending the theater’s set of precipitous steps in such a vaguely lighted fashion proved a complicated exploit without any safety precautions afforded from banisters. The self-conscious descent by the long-limbed famine brace become disturbingly evident in the professor’s periphery vision and collected the professor’s attention as glimpses of thigh flesh encouraged his methodical inspection. By slowly raising his head from his pressing formalities and staring down his nose the female forms improved their focus once centered within the teacher’s Windsor lens. While he carefully monitored the ladies’ wobly downward journey the instructor’s decolletage assumed an uncomfortable slant necessitating the readjustment of his wire-rimmed spectacles into a more conventional pose that was skillfully accomplished by nudging the bridge-rest of the corrective lens along his refined proboscis.
Stumbling into the brightness of the center stage illumination, both women were forced to squint aloft in the direction of the professor’s lofty arrangement. Shading their eyes and leaning forward did little to alter the glare as their feminine structures received a leisurely scrutiny from above. Uncomfortable silence ruled the moment as both parties struggle to brace the voyeur’ s opportunity. The fidgeting with hems and the tugging at dipping necklines by of the gals demonstrated their awareness of their ineffectual circumstance. The mired seconds reluctantly conceded to potential opportunity as time enjoyed a holiday. Self-consciously the women scrutinized their sparse surroundings as the learned tutor made delicate adjustments to the lighting applications, enhancing the tinge of illumination to accent the attractive suntanned skin tones both ladies were sporting. This suspended occasion gave way to the startling sound of the amplified voice of the officious teacher as he directed his neglectful student to compose a proper introduction.
After hurried formalities were extended, the women were genially offered access to a pair of wooden barstools stationed center stage and the dialogue began. Once the stilted chairs had been provocatively mounted, the Professor sternly lectured both highly seated women concerning the agenda for today’s meeting by explaining that Mrs. Leicester and her daughter had been summoned here today in the interests of full academic disclose. Further, as the custodian of Lindsey’s education at this institution of higher learning it is a teacher’s assigned responsibility to report any improprieties pertaining to this scholastic stewardship. Unfortunately this morning’ s visit had been predicated upon just such a regrettable occasion and could very well negatively affect Lindsey’s academic standing by depriving Lindsey of her endowment. The professor summarily elucidated how his exhaustive assessment of the Leicester household’s financial statement obliging attached to Lindsey’s scholarship application identified how alimony allotments, tenancy codicils and Lindsey’s trust fund distributions are all contingent upon Lindsey’s uninterrupted enrollment and graduation from this university and had provided ample motivation for Mrs. Leicester’s offspring’ s unseemly suggestion of exchanging carnal knowledge involving her instructor in favor of him constructively augmenting Lindsey’s mid-term score, thus removing the threat of her scholarly disentitlement.
The professor reassured a very shocked Mrs. Leicester that in spite of the ample opportunity, lesions in the company of apprentices of imperfect fluency were not his practice. Nor was it his intention to cavalierly rupture the Leicester Family’s delicate fiscal equilibrium without extending an addendum to Lindsey’s very attractive and uniformly inappropriate proposal by upping the ante with a triangular muse concerning a maternal complement that upon capitulation would secure a negotiable midterm mark capable of saving Lindsey’s pedantic entitlement.
The instructor explained how he fully intended to have his way with this desperate single mom and even projected incorporating her enthusiastic initiate to boot. The pair of women had just been schooled by this lecherous teacher in every implication of the word competitively, intellectually, esthetically, monetarily and biologically. The professor’s victory was as devastating, as his terms for their feminine surrender had been scandalous. Raison d'etre for this educator was deemed as warranted under his sblance of following stringent systematic guidelines for his independent scientific research into the various motivational factors prompting contradictory behavior with regard to a woman’s material commitment to their progeny. And as such, Mrs. Leicester had been deliberately manipulated towards this pivotal life altering occasion owing to the incapacity of these two pampered woman to absorb the cost of the 35k tuition that Lindsey’s expulsion would create.
Submitting to the moment, ever so grudgingly Mrs. Leicester’s hand went to work at the top button of her adorable periwinkle jacket and then leisurely progressing lower to the bottom one as the front of her jacket was disengaged unfettering her generous torso upon this scholarly venue. The business coat was only the first garment to depart from the Mother’s frame as piece by reluctant piece her outfit would be transferred into her daughter’s charge and draped upon the mahogany balustrade. Mrs. Leicester’s awkward hip-high tussle eventually gained the release of the protrusion holding the side of her matching periwinkle skirt waistband tightly together at her middle. Next the singing zipper announced her skirt would soon follow the jacket and decorate the mahogany railing by creating an opening just large enough to wiggle those MILF hips all the way through flaunting the lacy trimmings of top of her hoary leggings as the pencil shirt fell onto the floor at her ankles. After stepping out of the fabric tangled around her feet Mrs. Leicester used a coquettishly demure gesture when crouching down with both knees tightly fussed together in her endeavor to collect the soon to be forfeited article of clothing from off the floorboards and placing it into the hands of her waiting offspring. Having only her accenting azure blouse remaining at the post guarding the matron from his depraved scrutiny added to the ignominy of the oral reprimand Lindsey’s professor insisted upon administering. As he served equal portions of scolding towards the two women alternately admonishing them for lack of parental regulation and poor study habits then referencing the absence of maternal character and the junior’s indifference drawing to a close only once Ms. Leicester applied her nible fingers to the task of unfastening the twelve buttons holding the back of her azure blouse together. Button by button the lecture ground to a screeching fault until only silence filled the outsized homily hall as the Mistress gradually revealed herself as dorsally entirely suntanned shoulder to hips. Forfeiting the silk chemise recognized how Mrs. Leicester was in attendance minus upper body tan-lines and all her intimate undergarments as she now wore only a pair of silk stockings and a suspender belt with her an assortment of naked trophies uncovered to him to analysis and doubly laid bare before her daughter’s gaze.
The Professor’s suggestion was wrong upon so many levels and Mrs. Leicester’s mind was spiraling at the unadulterated volume of sins; Public Nudity, Incestuous Contact, Menage-tri, Age Inappropriate, Exhibitionism, Dominatrix and Servitude. The look of total emused resignation that crossed Mrs. Leicester’s face was confirmation of her measured capitulation to his abnormal demands. The shock of discovering herself standing before both, her treasonous daughter and Lindsey’s accommodating tutor, totally exposed head to shoe top in this buff manor, promptly sealed the deal as far as Mrs. Leicester was concerned upon discovering herself as a casualty of familiar duplicity.
From the onset of this scholastic ‘get-together’ Mrs. Leicester was doubling outmanned and now three are about to be joined as one. Without exchanging words the women made ocular conversation as Mom shot a look at Lindsey that could melt lead. Sheepishly Lindsey’s head tilted toward the left and she smiled her hackneyed “oops, I did it again” expression before shrugged her shoulders upward sufficiently enough to allow them to slip through the large cowl collar that was holding up her little black dress allowing it to descend the length Lindsey’s bare naked silhouette falling into a ringed quantity about her ankles divulging how the junior female too, had clandestinely attended today’s affair commando style.
Suzanne's lesson
Her crush had gone one step too far
Suzanne’s lesson.
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“What is it this time Suzanne?” “Smoking in the toilets, Sir.” She stood in front of his desk, one hip thrust forward, deliberately provocatively. Mr. French sighed in resignation of an on-going and unfathomable problem. It seemed that he and this particular young lady were having these chastisement meetings rather more frequently than he would like. “Adopt the position.” Suzanne was a problem, a constant problem. At Saint Agnes School for girls, she was the misfit. Her sixteen year old head carried knowledge that was, by far, much too knowing for her years. She had a natural beauty, cherry red lips and blue eyes surrounded by dark lashes that looked as if they were coated with mascara. Her body had already filled out to a womanly form, and, being an asset, was flaunted at every opportunity. It didn’t take a clairvoyant to know that her future would be in an industry that took full advantage of her looks and figure. It wasn’t a huge step to visualise that, with her intelligence and guile, she would be heading the venture. The uniform at Saint Agnes’s was quite strict, a cotton blouse with a breast pocket on the left, the school logo and motto broidered on it. A green on green, wrap-over tartan kilt, complete with traditional pin and thin leather belt, threaded through hoops at the waist, knee high white cotton socks and black, flat pumps. The kilt was supposed to finish at the knee, but Suzanne’s never seemed to reach that far. Hers was nothing short of a mini-skirt and her blouse, instead of being the chaste garment that it was supposed to be, always seemed stretched, the buttons barely clinging on to the buttonhole and always threatening to fly apart, exposing her bra clad breasts beneath. Suzanne carried the brand, “Trouble”, or “Oh god, not her again?” amongst the staff. Whatever disturbances going on, it was a certainty that Suzanne would be somewhere near the bottom of it. She had a natural tendency to leadership, but her gift for mischief more often lead to a fellow student bearing the brunt of the fall out. Mr. French’s attention returned to the wayward student in front of him. “I told you to adopt the position.” He waited, with ruler in hand, for her to offer her palm for the usual three smacks administered as punishment for her transgressions. Instead, Suzanne lent forward, bending at the waist and then, planted her hands on her knees before slowly sliding her hands down her legs until she grasped her ankles. Her kilt rose at the back, it was no accident that her ass cheeks were fully displayed, her white cotton briefs covering her cleft in a tight vee-shape. He was immediately angry at her deliberate disrespect and lunged forward, swinging the boxwood ruler until it met flesh with a resounding slap. Suzanne squealed, flinched, but maintained her position, hands gripping ankles and her ass in the air, with a vivid red weal rising on her pink skin. Irrationally, the sight inflamed Mr. French even more; his next strike was very much harder, carrying his weight behind it. This time, Suzanne yelled aloud and uncoiled to stand, gripping her ass as if it were on fire. He was satisfied with the result and the tears in her eyes, his anger passed as suddenly as it had sprung up. “Sit down.” He growled at her and was pleased at how gingerly she managed to sit on the seat in front of his desk. “What am I going to do with you eh?” He sat on the opposite side of his desk, exasperated and realising the futility of beating this incorrigible girl. Suzanne saw he opening. “I can think of one or two things.” The unsaid was more than obvious, translated in her enigmatic smile, even though tears trickled down her cheeks. “Why is it, do you think, I am so regularly here to be punished?” Her smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “It isn’t that I like being smacked with your… ruler.” She turned in her seat, uncrossing her legs so that he would be able to see her panties in the gap her short kilt would allow. Her smile widened as she watched as his eyes dropped to her snatch. She knew she had him at her mercy. Mr. French knew he was in trouble. He had struck a pupil in an unseemly place, the welt on her ass would prove testament to his guilt. He had struck in anger rather than chastisement, further guilt and now, his eyes were beholding a possibility that was very much further than he was allowed to go. All through his years of teaching, he had never felt or wanted to touch one of his pupils, he had, until this point, managed to ride out the occasional crush these young girls can foster. Worse though, Suzanne’s father was a benefactor of the school, donating several millions to the building of a sports hall. Suzanne’s legs opened wider. If her intent wasn’t obvious before, it was now quite blatant. She stared at him, daring him to look at her crotch, daring him to look away. She shifted forward to the edge of the seat, ignoring the sting of her ass cheeks as the friction of the plastic reminded her of the two welts on her skin. The shift forward served to ride her kilt higher up her thighs until it was no hindrance at all. He could clearly see the crease of the white cotton fabric as it folded into her labia. The stirrings of lust fluttered in his stomach, his cock began to harden at the obvious invitation. It didn’t matter that she was a student, or that she was under aged. It was a cunt, begging to be used and he hadn’t been near a pussy for far too long. “So, what are you going to do with me Mr French eh? She grinned and parted her knees even further. “I um… well… er… I guess we could modify your punishment.” His cock was doing the thinking now, wanting desperately to be buried balls deep in her willing snatch. He got up from his leather chair and walked around the desk towards her. Suzanne suddenly felt a nervous excitement, her temperature rose, breath quickened and the tip of her tongue moistened her lips in anticipation. He brushed past her; his hip nudged her shoulder as he strode on beyond her seated, overheated body. Not knowing quite what to expect, Suzanne sat in nervous excitement, waiting to see what he would do next. She heard the blind on his office door come down over the vision panel and then the unmistakeable click of the lock. To anyone else, he was out of his office and would not be disturbed. In an effort to gain at least some sblance of control, he returned to his side of the desk, sat in his executive leather chair and pushed it backwards on its castors, giving him a few feet between his knees and the edge of the desk. “Stand up Suzanne.” He commanded, trying to quell the shakiness in his voice and sound authoritative. She walked around the corner of his desk, exaggerating the swing of her hips in what she though a provocative manner and stood in front of him, legs slightly parted, her hands hanging at her side. She looked down on him and waited for his next command. “Bend over my knees.” Suzanne did as she was told, knowing that her non-regulation kilt would ride up to give him an uninterrupted view of her ass. He felt the underwire of her bra and swell of her petite
In the life of sadie chapter 2
Chapter 2
The next morning sam and Kathy ignored Sadie as she was getting into her brand new school uniform, they didn’t say a word to her when they walked her down to breakfast, Mrs. Richardson came over whilst they were munching away on cereal and toast, “is everything alright here girls” “yes” was the happy reply of all of them. All throughout the day sam and Kathy ignored Sadie and went along their usual business as if she wasn’t even there, that night after dinner, and all the students could return to the dormitories and please themselves until 10:30 then it was lights out. The girls all sat in the room like there was a deadly presence about them. Finally Sadie plucked up the courage to finally say to sam and Kathy, “I saw what you guys were up to last night, I’m sorry that I was watching but, it made me very horny watching you to do that to each other.” Sam and Kathy looked at each other and nodded. “We knew you would come round eventually” said sam and they both moved towards her bed and started to kiss her and feel her body as if there was no tomorrow. Sam slowly undid the buttons on Sadie’s shirt and removed it completely and undid the clasp on her bra they let her large breasts hang free, they each took a nipple in their mouths and started to suck and lick on her already rock hard nipples, a moan escaped from Sadie’s mouth as they lay her down and started to kiss their way down her flat athletic stomach towards her skirt, the skirt was whipped off in a flash and her panties were torn from her body as well which left her thigh high white school sock and her black high heeled school shoes they both started to touch and feel her pussy, the juices already soaking her legs Kathy knelt in front of Sadie and gently opened her legs she saw the most amazing crop of thick curly blond pubic hair she had ever seen. She turned to sam and said “get me the stuff please sam” Sadie lying on the bed with her eyes closed and her legs open feeling the air on her naked pussy jumped at the feel of something cold being rubed on her pussy, she opened her eyes and saw Kathy lathering her fanny up with shaving foam and holding a razor in her hand. “What are you doing?” stammered Sadie “were going to do you a favour sweetie that’s all” said sam as Kathy started to shave away all of Sadie’s pubes. “Now don’t move because I don’t want to cut you.” It felt quite nice having Kathy mess with her pussy feeling the water on her pussy when Kathy have finished. “take a look in the mirror” said Kathy as Sadie was admiring her bare pussy sam and Kathy had both gotten undressed and started to lick each others pussy making themselves all horny for what they were going to do to me. chapter 3 coming soon!
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