‘Darius, I don’t know...what to say...what’s...wrong with me?’ ‘I’m not sure Issy. First you start showing your tits around school - fa...tastic decision, granted - and then you fuck yourself til orgasm in the girls toilet. What gives?’ Isabelle’s mind felt like fudge. Oozing, delicious fudge. I’m so happy he enjoyed my boobies…but...oooh hang on. How does he know about… ‘How do you know about...that?’ She squealed, her voice hitching. Darius chuckled, before standing up, no longer. ‘No,’ he answered. ‘The fear of getting caught gets you more excited, remember?’ ‘Damn,’ she thought. ‘Why did he have to say that?’ Just like yesterday, the thought of someone bursting in and seeing her playing with herself in her office started a tingle in her pussy. ‘One thing I forgot,’ Tom said. ‘As you play with yourself, you will get more and more excited. But each time you get close to orgasm, you will stop for a while. Whatever you do, do NOT cum.’ With that he started the tape and. He did walk her to her front door, and they had another kiss – a rather nicer, passionate French kiss. At least he called her the next day, thanking her for a lovely evening, and asking if she would like to go out again.“At least he didn’t find me completely unattractive,” she said to herself.And to be honest, she had never been the sort of person to have sex on a first date; and even though it had been a while since she had last had sex, and would have liked having sex that night with Ken, she. I could never back this big truck out of here, thought Karen. I will just have to go forward until I reach a place that I can turn round.She had gone downhill on the winding trail for almost five hundred feet before such an oasis occurred. It was a clearing in the roadway, thirty feet across, with a cutaway bank on one side. The ruptured hillside of the sandbank was crested with green moss and small bushes forming a border that blended into the wooded hills. Along the bottom of the bank was a.