Today's compositions ranged from boring papers read by bored students to somewhat interesting topics written poorly to one that eventually had the who...e class spellbound.That paper was written by none other than Julie Harris. That's right — Miss Boobage. I sit at the left hand desk in the front row. Julie sits a desk or two behind the middle of the classroom. I've noticed her talking with a couple of kids on either side of her before and after class but she isn't overly friendly with the rest. ’ Gregory was such a darling, he said, ‘I don’t think many women would escape having saggy tits if they didn’t wear support.’ ‘Thank you Gregory. For that supportive comment I shall buy you a drink or coffee, your choice.’ We went to a bar and drank ourselves into a very happy mood. He took me to his apartment and we fucked until we fell asleep and I awoke in the morning to find his dick in my mouth and his finger up my ass. Well, a compromise but the closest to my dream I’ll ever get. * * *. She felt his hands caress her ass cheeks. He spread her ass cheeks and pressed a finger against her tight puckered hole. He slipped his finger past the tight opening and Debra squirmed. She felt Robert’s finger work its way deeper and deeper into her ass.“No. Please, no more. It hurts. Do not this to me. Please. Stop. Oh, please stop.”Tears began to form in Debra’s eyes as the finger worked its way into her tight asshole. She only felt him stop when she felt his knuckles against the soft flesh. What it was she wasn't sure but it was preying on her mind. The ladies attire seemed incongruous with her actions. A woman wearing tweeds wasn't normal around here. Because of the war the average housewife wore faded clothing of very inferior quality. So to wear clothing made from the expensive Harris Tweed indicated a 'lady' from a well of family. But Lady Denisa thought she knew every one of the upper class females locally and she didn't recognise her. Mind you Denisa had been fucking her.