The girl shrugged to indicate she had no clue. "Can we go down this hallway?" Bethany asked, pointing to the right-side hall. "Knock yourself out." "Remember the plan," Jessie said to Haley and Bethany, holding up her practice amateur sword for emphasis. "What plan?" The RA asked sharply. "Why do you have that?" "This? Oh, um. I'm part of the sword-err-um fencing teen club!" "Really? Is that so?" "Yeah, totally!" Haley added. "She's one of their best fighters. She's, um, studied the blade." "That's fascinating shower because I've never seen you at practice," The RA said, her sexy dark, rodent-like eyes narrowing. "Oh," Jessie said, chuckling nervously. "Did you recently join? I've had to skip out from practice the last few days." "I'm the club treasurer." "You've got to be fucking kidding me," Jessie said. The RA sighed and swept back her juicy short, purple hair. "Okay, I really didn't want to have a problem, but now we have a problem. Why were you lying to me? What are you planning to do with that thing?" Jessie sputtered, looking between the RA and the practice sword over and over again. She suddenly felt the weight of two days with hardly any sleep and the exhaustion made it impossible to think straight. Bethany cut in and came to her rescue. "Look, some creep has our friend holed up in this hallway and we're here to break her out, okay? That's why she has the sword, that's why we're here. Can you just let us go down the hall, grab our friend, and go?" "Not with the sword, no!" the RA said, flabbergasted. "I can't just let you beat someone up!" "The guy is a massive creep," Haley said. "Huge! We need the sword!" "Okay, how about this, you leave the sword here. “Sent, why?” She was sitting on the side of teen juicy the bed when he cautiously opened her door. Tom picked up on this, as did Rhi and I, but in Tom’s case his cock went limp. Finally realizing I was just staring at nothing, I quickly got upstairs to join the other three. To stride with her round tits, coated in their father's jizz. I could’ve died right shower then from sheer ecstasy. The Tantra book says lots of women enjoy tasting their man’s love juice. My breasts quivered. The bedroom was a cacophony of noise both human and nonhuman, with grunts and groans and coos and slurps and sucks and smacking skin from the fuckers, and bed springs and posts and headboard that were being pushed to their limits. “Cory, I need to tell you something.” Next, he mounted some sexy kind amateur of apparatus that looked all the world like an electric fan motor to the outside center of the double panes. Fucking CUM inside me," Sophie urged. I grabbed the other scrunchy and made my other tail. Her pussy squeezed and massaged me.