Off To Professor Jackson's

The threesome piled into Prof. Jackson's SUV and drove for ten minutes to his house. He ushered them into his study, offering seats on his overstuffed leather couch. Pouring the girls a drink, he sat across from them. "So, tell me about your discovery."

Anne answered, "I wasn't home when the package was delivered, Karen was. Since it didn't have a name on it, she opened it and was immediately effected by it. I walked in and she had three fingers jammed in her cunt and was cumming for, what, the third time?"

Karen blushed as Anne continued, "Needless to say, I saw an opportunity and I acted on it, sixty-nining until we both came. Then I had the bright idea of going on a cock hunt, just to see how well the mask worked."

Prof. Jackson stood, walked across to the couch and insinuated himself between the two co-eds. "Shall we see just how well it works?"