I giggled and reached for my schoolgirl skirt. A little rest in the nurse’s office was starting to sound good. All that fucking was fun but a workou...!But the gym teacher snatched my skirt before I could reach it.“I think you better do what he said”, the teacher said with a smile. “Then you can get your skirt back.” And he slapped my ass.The slap made my ass jiggle, which must have looked hot judging by the collective “mmmph” sound I heard from all the boys. It also shook a little more cum out. Jeremiah gave me a knowing, mischievous smile and replied, “Yes sir, I can help you with that. A lot of white couples and single, white men and women ask about those types of clubs. It’s not always clear to me what type of action they're seeking. The Galloping Zebra Club caters to all tastes, if you know what I mean. The club is only a short, two block walk from here.”I felt a little uneasy with his demeanor and ‘if you know what I mean’ comment but followed his directions to the club. Most of. As he grunted his high school boy load deep inside, the outside door opened and Robert walked in. Chris pulled out and continued to shoot his jizz all over my ass and my back. The shock of the door opening also kicked in Ryan’s orgasm. He began moaning and pumping his load all over my face and head. From the size of their loads, you’d have never known they had just unloaded 30minutes ago. I collapsed, lifeless and spent. Rob came over, bent down and asked with a whisper if I had enjoyed that.. Sue found several small orchards-- pear, apple, pecan, peach and walnut trees that badly needed pruning. There was a small swamp in a draw that had cattails growing in it. I found the crumbling door to an old, old root cellar twenty feet out behind the kitchen door. It was built into a shelf in the ground as the land climbed up the draw. I cleaned it out. The shelves had collapsed and made a mess of everything. It was very well made of dry-laid stone. I needed a couple of wheelbarrows of sand.