He was what we grammar school girls called a ‘dish.’ Philip bought more drinks, a straight tonic and ice for me, and a large Beefeater and tonic f...r himself. He settled back down and started to bring me up to date. ‘Whilst I was in the RAF, my dad died and my mum moved back to Leicester and bought a house just off King Richard Road. When I was demobbed I moved back in with her and since then I’ve been trying to establish myself as a financial analyst. So far it’s all working out very well,. Yancy's class lay to the...right.I darted in that direction, stroking my dick as I hustled through the halls. My cock ached and throbbed. I smeared precum down my shaft. The tip throbbed whenever I brushed it. So sensitive, like my clit times a million-billion.I rubbed my thumb across the spongy crown, squealed my delight.“I love being a futa!”I found Mr. Yancy's classroom and ripped open the door. I burst in. All the girls lifted their heads from their textbooks, glancing at me. Their eyes. His hands also roamed on her bottom, the skin still red, but the combination of his surprisingly soft hands and the hot water soon made her forget about the throbbing feeling she had felt.Too soon she heard the water drain from the tub and was asked to stand, in a slightly commanding tone, but not a commanding tone that warranted a threat if it wasn’t follow to point. He patted her down with some towels, then took her hand had led her into the bed. “You can sleep her if you want, or just rest. .sorry ...miss" Oh yes everyone's sorry AFTERWARDS arnt they!!" Replied Miss turncliffeshe reached for the Vaseline and began smearing it over Sarah's ass inserting a finger Sarah squealed "Please... Please.. I'll be good" I know you will"She pressed a hand onto Sarah's back pinning her chest down over the bench and with her other hand she reached for Sarah's hockey stick "Because if your not good, your punishments will continue "She pressed the handle end of the stick against her ass and.