I went over to check on them, slipping my heels off to be quite. As I peeked over the bookcase, I see Nancy laying on the largest beanbag, and her dress, what little there was of it, was up around her belly. Emily was slowly stroking up and down her outdoor slit through her panties, staring in to the eyes of her friend. Her simple sexy white cotton panties were slowly getting moist, and both were breathing hard. "Feels good right?" Emily asked "Real good" Nancy told her. "Want to feel something even better?" Emily asked with a sly smile. 'OK" was the hesitant response. At that, Emily crawled down between her legs, and pulled her panties aside. Nancy had a scared 'ick' sort of face, which vanished with Emily's first lick. 'Mmmm" was the only response. As Emily licked, and I watched, our eyes met, and I could see Emily grin as she ate her friend out. After a moment, I was getting way too turned on, so I silently returned to my desk. I put my heels back on and make considerable noice as I walked to the white board and started humming as I erased. "Hey girls, I think I see Nancy's mom here" My little fib made truth not 2 seconds later. Rustling sounds of tiny sundresses going back in anal to place, followed by the emergence of a flush faced Nancy, and Emily looking like the cat that ate the russian Canary. Nancy grabbed her stuff and was out the door. "Bye Canary" I called to her, leaving her with a slightly confused look on her face. I smiled. "Back to reading Cat" I told Emily. She grinned, spun around and swung her hips back to the reading corner. I went to tiding up the room. ten minutes later, I was almost done, and went to put a couple of dozen reading books away in the reading corner. About half was through the book re shelving, Mrs. Benoit came to the door, knocked and let herself in with one movement. "Ms. Rogan," she started. Mrs. Benoit was an attractive Hardcore woman in her day, but at 40, the bitterness of 2 failed marriages had left her looking more like an evil witch, an evil witch with an amazing body yes, but evil none the less. "Ms. Rogan" as she was saying, "I need all your end of quarter paperwork by the COB next Friday, We don't want a repeat of ....." She droned on. I payed close attention to everything she said, well, my eyes did, my mind was elsewhere, mostly on her ass. As she went on, and on, and on, I leaned over on the bookcases, not really intending to flash my cleavage at her, lets just call it a pleasent mistake. She noticed, got tounge tied briefly, and continued. As she spoke, I almost jumped out of my skin. Emily had remained silent, and moved over by me, hiden by the bookcases from Mrs. Benoit. At first her hand was just on my calf, gentle caress, and a subtle squeeze. When her hand reached up to my knee, I knew I was in trouble, big time. Sliding her hand slowly up my leg, under my dress, she reached the cuff of my stockings, I could almost see her tiny hands cresting the white lace trim. Further it went, on to bare skin. She quietly got to her knees beside my, and reached all the way to my ass cheek, first kneeding the left one, then the right. I replied. Everyone was looking forward to russian getting on their suits and running into the water. But eventually, we were separated. Stand up." Though distracted by Aela’s flesh as I slowly revealed it, I stopped, turned my full attention toward my other companion. Elsie pursed her lips and whimpered, “Yes, yes,” nodding her head wildly. “It’s okay if you want to look down Hardcore there” comforted Slater. outdoor I let go of her boob sexy and quickly settled in between her legs which were spread anal apart widely. His long, pointed tongue reached for her mound, licking around the top of her pussy slit and teasing her clit. Bob looked at me, nodded and handed some cash to Traci. “The world is built on bullshit, Yavara. We ordered dinner from downstairs and Laura and I dined together with champagne to celebrate and Allison ate in her new quarters....