I remember on one opportune journey I was so hot for sex, one guy got in behind me and did just that, relieved himself on my curvaceous cheek, then re...zippered me to my frustration.Upon alighting the train I went straight into the waiting room and headed for the toilet, went inside, removed my cotton dress, sat bare-assed on the porcelain and started to relieve myself, smelling the semen stain on my dress, for inspiration.In my fucked-up way I failed to notice a couple of important things, one,. Looking to dig up some dirt about the school?’ ‘Fine, you got me. You win. Listen, I’ll just collect my things and leave, alright?’ ‘Well I’m afraid it’s not as simple as that,’ he’d continue, smiling wickedly. ‘Young ladies who break the rules must be punished, mustn’t they Mr Wicklow?’ ‘That’s right, headmaster, and she has been especially deceitful,’ said in a sinister voice that was suddenly right behind Jenny. ‘Well,’ the headmaster would say. ‘Let’s not keep the poor girl waiting then.’. The pace of his pounding is steady, but I can tell from his breathing he's very close to cumming, and before I know he lets out a long, low groan and, again whispering, tells me he's cumming. He keeps pumping me a few more times, and then slows down and stops, his cock still all the way up in my hole, and I whisper back to him "Thanks, stud. Fuck, that cock of yours is so thick, and it felt so good. Wait, don't pull out, I want to feel your cock soften in me before you slide it out." Generous. I watched the clock turn over on my desk. 4:59. One more fucking minute. Then my computer chimed a new email from Vanessa. Still on for drinks? ~ X ~ I put the nearly empty rocks glass to my lips while pouring out the last bits of vodka and pulling an ice cube into my mouth. My body burned, from the sensation of Natalie's fingers stroking my pussy lips through my panties. “So what do you girls do for fun?” Vanessa asks. She sits across from Natalie and I with the top buttons of blouse.