Our team leader tells us to line up beside the bus to make sure our entire luggage is located and loaded on trolleys, then calls out for all to double...check. Tembi and I do as instructed. Soon we are standing beside a sizable pile. More instructions, we are to bring our skis to our rooms as well. Later we would be issued locks for ski lockers where they will be secure. We push our trolley to the front desk and Tembi signs in for both of us. Our team leader shouts that we are free till six when. “You were bullied weren’t you,” I wasn’t sure we were ready to get into Jack and the house.“Yes.”“A rock song about bullying...” Kimie considered it. It was in her tone that she’d never been bullied.“Not really a rock subject, normally,” mused Alice.“No,” said Faye, with the faintest hint of disappointment. Being bullied is a low-status thing.“It could be though, couldn’t it?” Sienna picked up on that, perhaps.“What did they do?” Kimie asked Faye, stroking a delicate hand over her cheek.Faye. Her first time needs to be amazing.”Georgia broke our kiss to gasp out, “It is amazing, Mrs. Marlow. So wonderful. Yes!”Her pussy clamped down hard on my futa-dick.“Fuck!” I groaned, slamming into her.I threw back my head, my platinum-blonde locks dancing around my head. I shuddered, thrusting away hard and fast at that wonderfully tight and amazing cunt. It was spectacular. Her pussy clenched around my dick. She held me tight, building and building that ache at the tip.But I had to hold off. I. He was the big football jock of the school and so was always the one hosting the toga parties; In fact, he met my mom on one occasion and never had to meet her again. For that reason, almost everything in his house was convertible. Couches could turn into beds, chairs could transform into stepladders to reach the booze on the higher shelves, tables could become either study desks or poker tables, and beds… Well, beds would become just another part of the wall. Now imagine, about 11 years.