“Lizzie, this is my best friend from college Chantelle Morris and her husband Michael. I found myself fantasizing about her despite the embarrassment, I should have been feeling. I looked up and smiled. Please refer to Michael, as Mr. I didn’t know she was already trained.” Her smile grew. It took all I had to hide my pleasure. But, after you and Miss Smith were impressed with the results, I have a plan to work it in next semester.” He said smiling. Walking down the hall I hoped the crowd could not detect the scent of sex that permeated my nostrils. So, thank you Lizzie, for a wonderful little fantasy and a really fun night. Knowing which two were left, I knew my suffering would only get worse. I noticed if I added a little forward pelvic thrust when I bottomed out, Taisha gave a pant of pleasure. My red stiff clit protruded almost a half inch. My hips rolled against Taisha’s fingers, as her gorgeous friend helped push me to an explosive orgasm right there in the restaurant.
