Whispers of love may Never pass this way again She’s not coming back She looked directly at Connor as she finished the last line. He sat asian stone-faced, unable to move. But his face flushed with embarrassment at having been “outed.” His offhand comment about a bad relationship must have tipped her off. Jenna noticed the look Sarah gave him and his subsequent discomfort. She thought about the poem as the japanese class discussed it; she could tell he had been in some serious love, and it didn’t go well. She also pondered that last line of his haiku. How could he know... The class tore into it and picked it apart piece by piece, and finally declared it worthy of an “A”. Connor went up to read the last piece of the night. She lifted me up She guided me through the night She’s not coming back The coincidence of the last line of this poem and his wasn’t lost on anyone. The class broke into a cacophony until Hobart got everyone quieted down. Jenna stared at Connor as he returned to his seat amidst the clucking of the hens. He smiled back and asked quietly, “Yours?” Hardcore She nodded and they both laughed quietly. The rest of the class took no notice. “We need to talk, away from here. Take me out for coffee afterward? My car is…” Everything was tight and sensitive. “Wow! Beyond making hot girls, what else could I really do? Especially in the cunt of a burgeoning slut like Pearline. I kept… sorry, I get this is weird…” Then descended asian to the tight lips of her pussy. Lucas turned and his mouth dropped, eyes locked on my chest. I simply said, “No,” and as I did, John leaning forward and seemed to relish the opportunity to explain that it meant he was attracted to women but that he sometimes found men to be attractive too. Marie commented, “It took me a long time to relax my jaw to take him that Hardcore far.” I smiled proudly at my accomplishment and tried to get his cock further toward my throat. As hard as I can! I told her to drink it as soon as she wakes up which shouldn't be long now." I thrust my digit into her asshole. She whimpered, my futa-dick nudging into her thigh as she shifted beneath me. “Ok. I'll bring it through in a japanese minute. He turns to my owner, who replies, “A booby trap. Sweating and exhausted, we all just laid in bed, very happy we had such a great experience with good friends. Kayla smiles and slaps her ass and she said playfully. A momentary spasm that pressed my two fingers together. Now I was going to get punched and more over something I could have avoided. "OH YEA, THAT'S IT, CORNHOLE ME", she moaned as she widened her stance, allowing strange hands to freely reach between her legs as they tugged on her heavy new labia rings, pulling her lips apart, rapidly driving their many fingers deep into her gapping wide open cunthole and moist puckering anus as some more hands vigorously slapped her ass.