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Did you have sex at school?Of course, I saidOh, I can not wait to go to school I am still a virgin and I wanna have sex so bad.You a virgin John, you couldn't be. You're a good-looking fellow hell if you weren't my brother I would fuck you.You would! He said as his chin hit the floor.Yeah, I would... As I said that my body began to heat up and that feeling between my legs started to come again. I without realizing switched my position and must have given him quite the show cause he damn near fainted. I told I'm to calm down a little and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips and said that's the end of lesson one. Goodnight John.As John left I got up and slipped my robe off and pulled out my vibrator that I had bought at school and started to masturbate with it. I shoved it in my pussy thinking about John and his cock being in there. It felt so good and I was so into it. Now unbeknownst to me John had a peephole cut into the wall and he was watching me masturbate as he was. “Such a treat to eat you out.”“Oh, yes, yes, that was nice,” I panted. “Ooh, thank you! Now I can—”“Oh, gosh, no,” groaned Macie.My head whipped around to find my friend sitting up on the exam table. I shuddered and saw my friend staring at me, her eyes wide. They were locked on my naked tits, my fingers pinching my nipples. Then she flicked down to the futa-nurse pulling her head away from my pussy.“Lola, you're...” Macie shook her head. “That's...”She looked so cute. This lust seized me, the pill taking control of my body, and I threw my nude body at the exam bed. I landed on the paper covering, the padding hard beneath my knees. I loomed over my friend.She leaned back as I leaned in. I grabbed her face, feeling the softness of her skin. Her eyes went wide with panic. A strand of her brown hair fell over her tan forehead. My head darted in and kissed my best friend on the lips.Hard.I thrust my tongue against her mouth, wept up by the tide of lesbian lust that rippled through me. My.
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