This night again, she couldn't stop thinking about what she saw this afternoon. She was lying in bed at boarding school, touching herself in the dark....Mr Stafford's cock was so large and still see how it pounded her classmate's pussy. She was a little scared if such big thing could hurt her, but in the same time she wondered how it feels to take it between her thighs and have vagina stretched by it. She imagined it, she wanted to try it, she needed to try it. She conceived a plan to be fucked. He loosed them and she let them fall to the floor. His mouth released her breasts and he stood, drinking in the sight of her naked flesh. He looked upon her breasts, her stomach, her legs and soft, smooth triangle of flesh leading down to her wet and hungry sex. She had found her old lessons hard to break, and had kept herself smooth for her master. The King’s eyes traversed her body, and she relished in his intense exploration. She turned ’round for him, showing her firm backside. She bent. A male voice said “Hi, Shirley ... Who’s the pilot of that 402 out there?”My ears perked up.Shirley pointed. “She is. In the corner over there.”I looked up. The guy was sixty-ish, probably fifty pounds overweight, greying and balding, dressed in slacks and a white shirt decorated with epaulets that one sees on airline pilots, so I’m guessing ‘pilot’. And he’s walking over toward me.“Hi. I’m Luigi Haugen. You can call me Geno.”“Hi, Mister Geno,” I said. “I’m Cindy Richards. You were asking about. She was in great shape and had not added a lot of extra pounds like so many women do in this stage. I looked over at her and said “I don’t want you to think that I’m coming on to you, but I can’t help but tell you how beautiful you look.” “Gee, thanks. I needed that, but right now I feel anything but beautiful, I feel more like a cow!” I told her how I thought pregnant women glowed and she smiled and thanked me. We started to do a little small talk while she sipped on her ginger ale and I.