She had just asked me to shag her. I could have leapt on her there and then. I was so damned horny; I was gushing in to my knickers. I looked around t...e table, no one seemed to paying as any attention, and as it was about nine thirty, I got up and said,"I'm going up for an early night, I've got one of my migraines coming on. Good night every one, see you tomorrow." I looked at Evie, who smiled up at me and said,"Oh, I think I'll have a quick stroll around the town, get some fresh air before I. He kissed and licked me there for a very long time, leaving me thoroughly soaked when he finally pulled away.Behind me I heard the rustle of clothing being rearranged and my heart pumped furiously in my chest. When the warm, wet tip of his cock touched my virgin portal, it sent a jolt of pleasure through my loins. And I was ready for it. More ready than I had been for anything in my entire life.In one slick stroke he penetrated me and my breath caught in my throat. The sweet, familiar twinge of. Some of the girls wore trousers and some navy pleated skirts. Guess which Jon bought for me. Along with the skirt he bought a white blouse that was a size too small, the right school tie, and some white knee socks (virgin socks he called them). Jon also bought a pair of knickers for me. I wasn't too happy about that as it now meant that I then owned a pair of knickers, the first for 3 years! They weren't your usual big schoolgirl knickers (I'm happy to say), but small, white, bikini knickers.. So far as the ‘kids’ and the rest of the ‘vanillas’ know Monica and I are doing nothing in their presence. Our kink is ours and to them remains completely invisible. Our physical relationship with each other seems to be non-sexualized and in fact is most often ignored. Our devotion to each other is seen as sweet for the most part tenderly admired if it is noticed at all. Others around us never suspect that we are ‘kinksters’ planning our next act right in front of them.But that is really only.