But I have only one request of you - bring your wet panties with you. I wait. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. Then I look out the window and see you in th... parking lot. Nobody else is here yet, and I go downstairs and let you in the building. I lead you in a hurried fashion upstairs. There is not much time before other staff arrive for work. I shepherd you into my office and lock the door behind us. I ask to see your wet panties. You retrieve them from a plastic grocery bag and hand them to me. I. Ayame was the only one who was taken off of school grounds; they got away because they used a side door. It was supposed to be locked from the outside. Anyway, I wanted to tell you—first, Tom, your leaving the school won’t affect your Program week...”“Thanks, sir.”“ ... and Denisons, your dramatic exits from your class will be overlooked; you were protecting your cousin.”“Thank you, sir.” they responded.“Ayame, all I can say is that I’m sorry for your experience. Are you sure you’re okay coming. It was her first orgasm of the evening, and of the cruise. Holding me closer in the climax's aftermath, she smiled and said, "I have to have it in me... is it alright?" "It certainly is," I replied, adding: "And is it OK if I fill up Sarah?" "No problem at all," she said, smiling. Derek pointed toward the shower, and asked my now recovering wife if she wished to join him there for a quick wash-up, both well coated in perspiration. I said "I could probably use one too," but Sarah had other. 'My heart was like a jackhammer. 'Sort of grabbed you? What did he do?''He pushed me up against the wall, and he pressed himself up against me ... his cock was up against my belly ... and he was trying to snog me.''And did you snog him?''No!' Her response was like a rebuke. I stared grimly at her, pumping my shaft, pulling hard on my foreskin on each downward stroke. 'But then he whispered in my ear,please, please, I've got to fuck you.' She dissolved into tears.'And I wanted it.' And I wanted.