The whole school was made of brick and designed in a gothic style. Each corner of the school had a round turret. One of the turrets jutted from the ri...ht side of the stage and contained a door with an arched top. The door led to the stage area. Wooden steps led down from the door to the auditorium floor. Next to the steps was a real orchestra pit, right in front of the stage.The school I attended was a Catholic all-boys school. Unlike my Freshman year, when all the parts were played by the boys. So yes, I know it isn't all my own ideas, but it is all myown words...that must at least count for something. Thisstory isn't as dark as many that I have written recently ithas some humour, a lot less violence and even the languageisn't too bad, I do warn you in advance that the TG isincidental rather than central, but I sincerely hope youenjoy it anyway...Hypatia [email protected] notes on my use of the English Language (just a fewcrib notes).I don't actually come from Liverpool; I come. She was getting ready to cum. He stood up and pretended to adjust his swim suit. He was really adjusting his very hard cock. He looked over at her to see her watching him. He discretely out his hand inside his trunks to stroke the length of himself. He let the head poke out of his trunks briefly so she could witness how hard she was making him, playing this game. He moved over and sat at the end of her chair. He turned the control all the way up and all the way down repeatedly. Watching her, he. She had never worn panties with her shorts. Ginger giggled shyly, trying to pull the tight crotch of her shorts to one side, but found it impossible. "I can't get my shorts out of the way," she giggled. “Then unzip them," Toby urged, his voice-going from high to low."You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Ginger said, her eyes flashing. "Then you'd see me." Toby lifted his cock, waggling it at his sister. "You see mine, don't you?" "I see it, Toby,'' Ginger said quietly, her eyes burning on the head.