Sweet Lesbian Sex in a Phonebooth

“Lesson 1 in 2 hrs from now.” ---xxx--- He felt the hard edges of his spellbook through his hoodie pouch as he ascended the stairs to apartment 8. He’d examined it since Betsy had given it to him. It was bound in dark leather, and a drawing was printed on the front in gold. It depicted an ethereal, androgynous being, with breasts, big a penis, and ram’s horns. It held its hands to the heavens amidst a stylized wreath of light. When he opened the cover he found only blank pages. He huge didn’t actually know that it was a spellbook, but he doubted it was a bird watching journal. He got to the landing, knocked on Betsy’s door, and steeled himself for her presence, only to find somebody else receiving him when it swung open. What grabbed his attention first wasn’t her green hair, or her multiple lewd tattoos, but her crop top that featured an intricate depiction of a skull vomiting tits smaller skulls. Betsy stood out because of her captivating features and sultry elegance, this girl just plain stood out. She was short, and about his age, 19 or 20. A belt buckle style choker hugged her neck, and multiple piercings ridged her ears, which stuck out slightly from her medium-length, mossy locks. Her crop top stretched over cute, handful-sized boobs, and revealed a small waist with a pierced navel. Below that she wore camouflage paratrooper fatigues that hugged extremely curvy hips. “Your the new guy?” her eyelined eyes looked him up and down with brows raised. “I mean nice aura but you look like you work in an ice cream truck.” “We’ll work on his appearance.” Betsy’s voice sounded from around the masturbating door frame. “I’m guessing you’re the other apprentice,” he said. “You got me Sherlock,” she turned and walked inside, leaving the door open for him. “At least you’re a guy, been too much of a pussy party around here.” As he followed, he saw Betsy in a form-fitting women's business suit, flicking through a weathered tome on the couch. Her long hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. She wore a thin, pink tie under sexy her blazer. Ben scooped me up in his arms and carried me to bed. Take our dictionary and I want you to do the 4th step your way or the way they think it is to be done Ziva answered the door dressed in silk harem pants that were elasticated at the ankle and the waist with a matching silk top. I went to work with a renewed sense of purpose. I started to shrink down as she came to and she reached up and kissed me with all the passion she had in her, it was true heart felt passion she sexy had never shown any one then said I am yours for as long as you will have me master, I have never experienced anything like that before, I said I accept your commitment and there are a lot of women that have never had that in life, but masturbating they have their dreams, she said Master that was like no dream I ever had but dam it was life altering I can assure you. I pulled down on my girlfriend's thong as Lupita's dick found the entrance to my pussy. Seconds later she starts moving up and down as I was moaning. I lifted her up and sucked on her nipples. "Such a good little slut he is! Aren't you? Megan's ass was fuller than Lexa's and I must say that I really enjoyed squeezing them. Lucy was not allowed to speak all night or make a sound huge when David used her. So anyway, the big game was tonight. Frank looking shocked at first, I knew he was faking that look. Shannon said she was sore. She was a beautiful blonde with a big delicate, elegant face. "Nervous are you slut? Although, she did the talking for both of us as she nonchalantly grabbed my busy arm. Because I was standing with my feet apart to help me balance, I wondered if she could see my clit sticking out as well. Our relationship taking a new turn, Kohsoom coached me in how to ask the barman to ‘release’ her from her bar job being tits a hostess. Morgan was shaking with fear of being caught naked in Brad’s room but that fear only enhanced her desire, she was being controlled by hormones, impelled by Nature, the risk was intoxicating. What would she have him do? “Ah that won’t be necessary,” Miss Willams insisted, “I am quite capable of coping with his lordship’s demands.” And she smiled. Are you sure this is what you want?” I was able to buy all my and Lisa’s school clothes that year and was looking forward to work the next summer when Mary moved away to be with her sick mother, so when the job at the pool was offered, I jumped on it.