One particular weeknight was with a group of fellow students at our local hangout, the club on the school grounds. Five or six of us were sitting ther... in the early evening talking about school, future assignments and in general telling lies about our other activities. About 8 PM we were joined by one of the instructors. This was unusual, and we were all impressed to one degree or another by his lowering himself to talk with mere students. It got even more impressive as he bought us a round. I began fast deep thrusts, Lizzy lifted her knees as I forced my cock deep into her body. I gripped her arse as I pumped away, sliding a finger between her arse cheeks and moistening it with the juice from her pussy, then as I pumped away, I rubbed gently between pussy and anus, back and forth until my finger was really wet. Lizzy was bucking beneath me, her arse rocking back and forth as my finger probed her tight hole. Oh fuck yes, push it in she cried , oh fuck, fuck Im going to come, dont. (All the gas pumps are truly weird looking in 1952.) The road to the mall was non-existent, and I'm not even sure where the mall location is in1952 because everything is so different from now. The bridge on Route 57 over the railroad tracks is boxed with steel girders like the bridge on 40 coming out of Thomasville. It doesn't even curve up and over the railroad tracks like it does in 2013! Just goes straight across. And it's only one lane wide!And D, the fucking cars! The cars are right out of. Just as I got it out Scott walked up. “And I am going to help,” he said grabbing my hand and started us walking down the hall. Elizabeth just sighed and turned and walked towards the cafeteria. Scott pulled me down the hall until he found an open classroom. He pulled me in closed the door and walked me back to a corner. He started undressing me and as he did I took the uniform out of the bag. He got me down to my bra and panties and started to unhook the bra. . . “Hey don’t,” I protested..