At 6:15 am, I entered the school and quietly made my way down to the locker room. Before going in though, I popped into the janitor's closet and revie...ed the recording. The motion of the locker room door opening was enough to start the recording.I watched as she nervously popped her head around the half open door and peered about looking for any life. When she didn't hear or see anyone, she cautiously entered the room, closing the door behind her. Then she was seen walking all about the room. Holly’s eyes grew large. She crossed her creamy tree trunks and squeezed her throbbing cock between them. “God no. I haven’t even figured out how to ask her out.” Holly stared at the ceiling, relaxing her shoulders as her thoughts drifted. “Maybe tomorrow we can watch tv then get dinner at the cafeteria. Then a stroll by the lake…” Holly smiled.“Wooow.” Alpa cooed, kicking off her sneakers and shimmying out of her sweatpants. “That sound’s nice.” Next to go were her white satin panties that. Follow me.”Follow, I did. Yet, my mind raced with puzzling ramblings. First of all, I’m not exactly a ‘young man’. I suppose, at 30, I’m not ancient, but I’m far from young. Secondly, just who does the Princess think she is, ordering me to come hither? Why, I knew the girl from years ago when she was little more than a servant girl. Up until a few years back, she lived in a small house with her stepmother and two stepsisters. I’ve heard the stories told about how she was ‘wickedly’. Claire wondered how he reacted during orgasm. She thought back to her own earlier that day. She had never felt herself come so strongly before. She was curious to find out whether she could achieve such a peak on her own. There was a knock on her door. “Come in!” She called. Her mum came into the room. “How’s the essay going dear?” she asked. “Almost finished!” lied Claire. Satisfied by this response her mum went shopping, leaving her daughter to finish her homework. Claire tried once again to.