A practical course in qualitative analysis, for use in high schools and colleges

Of course, that well-hung high-school stud could have a piece of my ass anytime he felt like it. John Cramer was sitting up in bed when I went into his room and he was smiling. I smiled back and asked, "Is there anything the matter? The light was on the board and I thought you might need me for something." He only laughed and tossed the coven back, revealing to me that he had a hard-on of epic proportions and was obviously in the mood for a bit of "hide-the-pickle" with me. I laughed and closed the door behind me. He watched with increasing interest as I slipped out of my nurse's uniform. My tits bounced free and then the hairy bush of my cunt was exposed to him. My pussy-lips were pink and swollen and so wet I was dripping down the inside of my bare thighs again. But this time it was my lush oily juices and not Jim Bennerman's gluey cum seeping out of me. "Do you want to fuck with me on the top or the bottom this time!" I asked John, jumping on the bed with him and grabbing his hard cock. "Or would you rather fuck my hot little asshole or what? The choice is yours." He suddenly looked like a kid who got to pick what he would find under his Christmas tree in the morning ...»