At college, he didn’t see Miss Duval for the rest of the week. Her lessons were being covered by Mr. Tranter, a supply teacher who said that Miss Du...al had been struck down by a bug. The news didn’t bother Simon too much. By the time she returned the following week, he would have perfected his new look. Hopefully! He definitely hoped that it would lead to some more horny action.The thought of fucking Miss Duval again consumed Simon and he lost count of how many times he’d wanked thinking about. Her foot found his crotch and she stroked him.“You’re good at that,” Mike said with a groan. He immediately forgot what they had been talking about.Mike looked up from his monitor with a smile on his face. He said, “I found him.”“Who?” Jim asked.“Jamal bin Laden,” Mike answered.This was another of the sons of Osama who had been leading efforts to overthrow the west. This particular son had been operating in the Far East and had been instrumental in organizing many major operations that had. F. Kimberly finally turned around, but now she had one arm across her perky breasts, and a hand covering her teenage pussy, pretending to be shy. Sandra just giggled, glancing at the others to gauge their reactions, but otherwise to shy to actually do anything. A couple of the girls were giggling, one of the boys was masturbating his hand fully under his kilt, another boy seemed frustrated that Kimberly was teasing so much and not yet showing off everything, the shy girl near Sandra had. A second bottle rapidly disappears and Suzy looks comfortable, chatting with Jenny like old friends. Brilliant.After playing catch up it's time for a quick nap and freshen up for dinner on the beach at the taverna.We crash for an hour and soon it's seven thirty, time to dress and go aboard their boat for a quick slurp before dinner.The evening passes quickly with lots of laughter and banter and an excellent sea food dinner, washed down with copious quantities of good wine as the sun sinks below.