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Kat grinned at Sara. “Hi, teach,” she said, closing the door with a flourish. “You know Lexi, right?”Sara nodded.“We’d like to hang out here for awhile. Maybe you could get us something to eat? And some lemonade or something, practice was tough today.” Sara found herself reflexively obeying; she had turned toward the kitchen and taken a step when Kat stopped her, looking her up and down. “Clothes off, please.”Sara hesitated for just a moment. This was really not a good idea... she should stop this now while she still could... but the steely look in Kat’s eyes melted her resistance. Sara stripped off her blouse and pants and laid them on the couch. Kat gestured impatiently. “Everything.”Moments later Sara stood naked before the two cheerleaders, nervously avoiding Lexi’s gaze but somehow unable to escape it. Lexi’s eyes glittered mischievously as she took in the sight of the teacher’s lovely curves and large nipples. “OK, go ahead,” ordered Kat, and Sara flushed bright red as she again. I didn’t even take off her panties yet. I’m a patient man. I teach literature. I know that pacing is the golden secret to a satisfactory release. I grabbed her cheeks and parted them, holes still covered by that white plain cloth traced by subtle spots of wetness, and pushed my nose hard inside her. The almost ethereal scent of teenage dampness. She was trembling, softly, and whimpering like they only whimper in Japan. I grabbed her by the legs and lifted her and put a cushion in the shape of Hello Kitty’s face down her flat baby belly to make her ass more accessible. I had studied the ergonomics of anal sex for years, so I kind of consider myself a connoisseur of the field.Slowly, I took her panties down to her feet, still covered by white socks and dark shoes, and admired the openings of her inner sanctuaries. I didn’t believe any of those holes were intact, she had probably been ravaged before, but they looked narrow, virgin enough to fantasize. Her wrinkled stinkhole was firmly.
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