Thelma began to get speculative ideas. As always, when Thelma speculated, she licked her lips in anticipation... Linda, meanwhile, was licking more th...n her lips.As soon as Mike had scrambled over the seat, he had started to mount her missionary style, the way that Clyde had.But Linda, despite her inexperience, had a lively imagination. She knew fucking could be done in other positions.She already knew what it was like to get fucked missionary style, and now she was wondering how it would feel. It was obvious that she was a lesbian. She had experience to handle a girl and how to seduce her. While she was kissing my lips, I felt that she dragged my left hand up to her lap. Rolling up her short denim skirt, she kept my hand on her thighs. Those fatty thighs were smooth like velvet. She started to stroke her thighs with my hand as learning me, how to do it. My palm ran allover her thigh and reached to her crotch. I felt the wetness of her panty. Still she was kissing me and protruded her. . loneliness?After stepping out of the shower, for some reason, and don't ask me why, I didn't feel comfortable letting Jackie see me naked. I cracked the bathroom door a little to let out some of the steam then toweled off and dressed before going back out into the bedroom. Jackie, although she had run out of tears, was still lying in the bed sobbing. Had I looked into the face of a stranger who was obviously in so much agony, I would have been able to muster up more compassion than I could. An outdated curriculum, an aging, close to retiring staff and no girls to calm the fifteen hundred boys from thirteen to eighteen into any sort of male decency.Rochelle knew her looks helped her keep all her classes in line. Her year twelve senior English class, all perverts and wankers; she had quickly decided; were no exception. Well she was a classy long haired brunette in a stunning tight fitting red skirt and matching jacket in a sea of grotty grey uniforms and daggy blue male staff suits..