After that wonderful weekend with Kristen, school almost seemed to be a let-down.A high point of the day was after third period music class, when I sh...wed Mr. Proilet some arrangements that I worked on over the vacation."Jim," my teacher said. "These are getting better and better!" Thanks," I said, a bit happy about the praise.Pulling the last set of sheets from the bottom of the pile, Mr. Proilet looked at the conductor's score and frowned. "Try as I might, I can't place this tune. You didn't. She couldn’t take the teasing anymore and her jeans flew off followed by her panties. She spread her legs wide and ran her fingers up her dripping slit. When she reached her clit she caught it between her index and middle finger and began to rub. Hard. It felt so damn good she had needed this all day. She moaned again but louder this time. She knew she had to keep quiet or people would hear her but she was beyond caring. She needed release and she would scream the house down if she had to, to. He didn’t have another pair if these got scratched or broken.Jen looked comfortable in the ocean. He’d worried, especially after she exhibited the phobia about plane travel. He left her and took a swim. He’d enjoyed the lake, had even enjoyed pools when he used them, but something about the ocean made swimming more fun. He went north keeping just in sight of land. When he came back, she was at the towel.“Ready to leave?”“Just about,” she said. “I’ve developed some itches.”“Saltwater. Give me a. ’ ‘Do what you can.’ He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head in disbelief. ‘As you wish Sir Glen.’ Came the dutiful reply. It would be nearly a month before Leif was healed enough for his tattoo. And in the meantime, he had taken comfort in his surroundings. While strict and demanding of the Order, Sir Glen did allow them quite a bit of leverage. Within six months, the first bit of mischief seemed to find the epicenter around Leif. In preparation for one of Sir Glen’s yearly.