A hand rose from the side of the woman as she continued to suck Achmed's cock. The fingers fluttered in a wave in MaryAnn's direction."Oh well, hi to ...ou too, Sally. Nice of you to notice I'm here." The fingers fluttered again. "Achmed is a very nice guy, but can't you just give him a regular tip? You know. Money?"The muffled response wasn't intelligible and Maryann didn't care anyway. Her eyes narrowed. Sally was kneeling on the seat, her head rising and falling as her lips slid along Achmed's. It would give her time to work out what to do next and also maybe make contact with him.Just as she knew would happen he was ten yards behind her as she entered. She made her way to what seemed the least populted part and he followed. Once there she stopped to play one of the one armed bandits. He did the same a few machines along from her. She studied him a little as she worked out her next move.In the arcade he looked maybe even younger but certainly at least 16. He didn't look like he. Kiss my clit."I move down her body, getting a good close look at her, surveying herlovely landscape. I push her satin skirt up so I can see her belly.Smooth skin. Thin waist. Shapely hips. How could this be the body ofsomeone born male?Her whatever you want to call it (clitty, boyclit, cock) is flat againsther, held down by tight pink panties of thick pink satin. It points upto her belly button. The rosy head of it peaks over the top of the lacetrim, a cute curvy mushroom. It is indeed a male. So when Miss Christine, in a short skirt, started to do a go-go dance, I was mesmerised, and She made me cum in my pants in less than a minute. A memory I will never ever forget. I found at this school that I could see the sports field from the boys’ urinal, and I spent many happy hours there wanking watching the girls at sports. Miss Liz was a leggy, fabulous-looking girl, and to see Her in Her knickers playing basket-ball was instant ecstasy, once a week for several weeks. I absolutely LOVED.