This was awful – it was far, far worse than she had feared or expected. To be expelled from school for lesbianism in the early 1960s was a social d...saster – whilst a great deal of sexual congress went on between the girls at boarding schools and the women’s colleges at Oxford and Cambridge universities, the absolute social rule was that it was never publicly acknowledged or exposed. This would mark Susan out as a pariah in her social circle, and it would appal and enrage her parents. She. After a few more pictures my cock is fully erect and I just wanted to wank in her bedroom. I turn to see if she is around. She’s not so I shout down the stairs.“Kathy?”“Yes?”“Oh nothing just thought I would let you know that I might be a while.”“That’s fine I’m still making the dinner.”With that in mind I run back into her room and start to look at each and every picture of Kathy. I cannot contain myself any longer I rip my jeans and boxers off and start to stroke my erection slowly. I released her breasts, and started unfastening the buttons going down the front of her blouse, and when I was done, slid it off her shoulders to set it aside. Next, I reached between her breasts and undid the hook for her bra. With it unfastened, the fullness of her bust pulled the cups apart, but didn't let them fall free. I slid my hands under the cups to gently run the palms of my hands across her nipples, feeling them harden and extend at my touch, even as I felt her slip her shoes off.. .My hand carried on going up until it found the divide between her skin and knickers, and slipped between them. I went down and rubbed my hand against her bare cunt for a while, then got two fingers and stuck them in. Miss Ellen gasped as she understood what I was trying to do and said,"No.....no, don’t make me cum here."But I ignored her and carried on, searching until I heard that loud gasp which told me I had found her G-spot. I worked on that area, speeding up my fingers, going in and out.