Sara held my hand as Karen was stoking my prick and Connie foot was rubbing my inner thighs, and looking straight in my eyeÕs. Jenna and Tiffany werent the happiest the training of o gallery teenage girls you could find that Friday night. While the training of o gallery all their friends were out having fun, they were stuck cleaning the Jacksonville High library. Both girls were failing more than one of their classes and needed the extra credit involved with this project. So, the two scantly clad blondes made their way to the side door of the large building that lead to the library. Already waiting for the training of o gallery them was Professor Marks, the one who got them into this mess. "Good afternoon girls" he said cheerily. "Says who?" replied both the training of o gallery girls coldly. "Says me" "Do we care?" "I should say so.
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