Surprisingly, she quickly swallowed his seed and wiped her face furiously with the back hard fuck of her hand but only succeeded in spreading the thick stickiness over a wider area. She looked more beautiful and desirable than ever with his sperm coating both her tits and smeared all over her face. (And for a moment he remembered the site of his cum on his own chin the night before and how amazing his prediction about Emelie and after school had come so true). "What have you done to me?" she spluttered japanese when she was finally able to speak. "You made me cum," he explained simply. "You were holding my cock so I didn't have any control over where it spurted." "Wait until tomorrow mister . . . when it will be MY turn to be the Master," she announced. Mike ran to the kitchen and got a warm damp cloth and gave it to her so that she could clean herself off. He was eager to touch her small tits, but realized this was not the time. They raced to get things cleaned up so she quickly pulled down her bra, (much to his dismay) and then buttoned up her blouse and tucked it in. She heard her dad beep the horn and as she was leaving out the back door she quickly kissed Mike on the lips. "If mom and dad will let me, I will be back tomorrow. I loved what we just did. That was sooooo dirty, but it was awesome to do it with you. I hope I don't get heartburn from the cum I just swallowed. E-mail me!" And with that she was gone. Minutes later, his Dad arrived home. "So how did the study session go?" asked Mike's father, putting his lunch box aside and facing his son. Mike had quickly prepared some dinner so they sat down and chatted. "It went very well. She is pretty smart and I doubt that she will need too many more sessions with me helping her," Mike said with a matter of fact tone in his voice. "She may be smart, but she is also absolutely beautiful too . . . don't you think?" "We certainly can agree on that fact," said Mike with a smile on his face. "Will she be back again adorable tomorrow?" "I doubt it . . . she has a math quiz and she thought her Double Penetration parents would want to see how she did, before scheduling any more sessions." "Well, did she know the material when she left?" Carl asked. "Oh yeah. We even had time to go into the next chapter." Their conversation continued for several more minutes, but Mike was dying to get to Groupsex his email to see if she had sent him anything . . . so he excused himself from the table indicating that homework was calling. When he traveled upstairs to his bedroom, his cock began to rise in anticipation . . . and sure enough she HAD sent him an email and there was even an attachment to it. He opened it up and it read: Dear Michael, Did we ever have a GREAT time this afternoon . . . Master Theophil is not awake yet, but I am more than pleased to invite adorable you into the workshop and run some test upon you.” She knew she was out numbered and she couldn’t figure out why her. He lay down on a conveniently placed divan, his Double Penetration heavily muscled legs, hanging over the bottom of the bed. “Get out,” one of them growled. She is furious now and is stomping around. He could get so deep inside her at this angle. “Yes, David, japanese I’ll marry you. I could worry about figuring out how to find Player Two later. My cock was so ridged and hard as wanked myself at this fantastic sexy spectacle. Max ran into hard fuck the garage ahead of me and up the stairs to Lucy’s side where he pushed his muzzle into her swollen belly. I moved my tongue on his briefs, searching for the opening that lead to the treasure within. -The Next Day- Irfaan said with another chuckle, and Fatima's eyes snapped open. Mrs. Fattorusso tugged at her jeans and started to rip them apart. All Groupsex she could think about were the two wonderful breasts tight against her blouse, the warmth seeping over her, the touch of the her tender flesh against the fabric. After what seemed like quite a while, an employee called out our number and then pushed the tray towards us. Olive briefly pulled her fingers from her mother’s pussy causing her to moan in regret once more, but it was short lived as Olive replaced her fingers with her tongue as she swirled it around her mom’s engorged clit and aching love tunnel, causing her mother to throw her head back a moan in unrestrained joy.