A wealthy merchant had built it in 1793 as his family home. As with many such homes it had become far too expensive run. In the First War it had been ...sed as a military hospital, later it had become a private maternity hospital, which it remained until Agnes took it over. It was located in an isolated part of Scotland, just to the north of The Solway Firth. The nearest village was some five miles away, along quiet country roads. The old desks were there still, stacked in one of the disused. “At least we won’t have to deal with men”, laughed Lorna“There is a limit to what we will agree to do”, agreed Grace seriously-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------That afternoon, Marge cornered Lorna in the ladies room. She dragged Lorna into a stall with her and held her against the wall with both hands on her shoulders. Marge was 20 years older than Lorna and she was built, taller and heavier. There was no point in. Tim and Eric are both working one-handed; their cocks require the attention of their other hands. After a few moments, the struggle with zippers and briefs ends, and both boys are standing in the dark, cocks at attention. Tim is so hard and on the edge that his cock is already bobbing up and down in anticipation. He looks like he could explode at any time.Eric: “Fuck all this decorum. My balls are blue – I need to fucking nut right now!”Eric stands, shucks his pants down to his ankles yet is. Severe pain penetrated his head, making him grimace, his face acquiring a degree of monstrosity. ‘Celeste… Spirita… Don’t do this,’ he uttered painfully. He was staring at Celeste’s eyes, reading them, and thus increasing his pain. Why was she doing this to him? Indifference, he could bear, but not hatred, disgust or contempt. Then it occurred to him: the evening, the drink and his half-drunken nonsense. How could’ve he been so stupid? Could’ve she had a nightmare because of that? That made no.