The girl smiled back and hurried to oblige. “I usually find that I don’t need shaving-oil” the woman said, and pushed two gloved fingers into th... girl’s cunt, drawing a gasp of surprise from her. “You’re soaking wet” she observed, smearing the juices over her fine curls.“Yes, madam” she sighed, and licked her lips as the razor glided over her pubes and lips, swiftly rendering her as bare as the others. “Thank you” she breathed, starting to get up, but the woman gently pushed her back down. Even with the crutch and Gwenda helping to support his weight, the short trip downstream to find a place where they could climb up onto the rocky hill was both slow and painful, but at least they were now on the shore where the ground was reasonably hard and they didn't appear to leave any tracks other than wet drippings on the stone, as they crossed around the side of the hill and finally out of sight from the stream.The ground here was harder and grassy and there was plenty of tree cover so. Especially now when Flora, using both hands, caressed and stroked her son's penis.Marco lay passive, unmoving, but the way his chest was rising and falling told me he was on his close to orgasm. Now Flora's fingers circled the tip, and her fingers slid all the way to the base. Marco groaned, and his hips lifted as he entered the final stages of his climax. His gasp echoed around the chapel wall as his mother's mouth closed over his penis. Her hands moved up and down the shaft, and then Marco's. If I can find away, I would really like to visit your forbidden territories.The boy's locker room had shallow open boxes on the wall, without doors for each boy in the P.E. class. There was a shelf of about 15 inches wide and six inches deep for shoes below that, the sides of the box were 1x6's with a coat hook mounted on the wall in the middle. A concrete ledge one foot deep and one and a half feet tall ran along the wall under the "lockers".Both the boy's and girl's locker rooms were on a.