"I know they're small," she said quietly. She was looking down and holding her breasts in both hands, her attitude almost regretful. She glanced up at...me again, an apologetic look on her face. "Gymnasts always have tiny boobs." They're not too small," I reassured her as I reached for her. I put my hands over hers on her breasts. "In fact, I think they're wonderful." Really?" she said. "Wonderful? Show me..." She pulled her hands out from underneath mine, letting me take possession of her. Placing his hands on her cheeks, J gently pushes her forward and spreads her cheeks, revealing her tight asshole and pussy lips. With L's arse spread before him, J begins to slide himself between her legs, his still wet cock getting wetter as he rubs against her drenched pussy lips. He slides back and forth slowly, and then, sliding further back, he angles his cock and slides forward again, feeling her entrance slowly expand around his thick, swollen cock. As he pushes himself deeper within L's. He picked up her present and looked at the card.‘Miss Fanny Forre-Sayle’, that got him quite hard.A ten inch long box and he rightly surmissedThat the present had quite a vibrator inside.Two similar packages quite made him smileThis girl would be really orgas’ming in style.He dropped all the gifts in the black, fishnet stockingAnd turned back to leave til when a thought struck, quite shocking.Tip-toeing over again to the girl,Lifted the cover, his head in a whirl.She lay on her back with her. What had particularly enthralled Jennifer was Sue’s account of how she had succumbed to the punishment delivered by Miss Palmer, the games mistress, all those years ago. Jennifer could remember Miss Palmer quite well. She had always been a popular teacher, despite her strictness. She could visualise her in her trade mark jogging bottoms and rugby shirt as she took games lessons. Jennifer was always a well-behaved girl and had never incurred Miss Palmer’s wrath and so had never been punished.