They all wore the same outfits of white short sleeved blouses and dark blue skirts. It was summer and they had bare legs, and dark blue high-heeled to...less shoes.The sixth form girls boarding school was always fully subscribed and they had three forms per year. The college was known for its strict discipline regime, which attracted many parents to send their daughters there.The headmistress was a stickler for discipline and used it as an incentive for all the students. She had even instigated. We got a seat just next to the door but only one person could sit there so she sat on my lap. At the next station, the tt got in our bogie and he gave us the top berth. While helping her to climb there my hand hit her choot and she smiled at me. After her, I too climbed there. She was lying on the berth and asked me to lay down and I lay down beside her. Due to the scarcity of space, we were very close to each other. Her thigh rested on mine and due to this my lund erected to its full length.. What was more intriguing was that she had a tattoo over her lower back which also caught my eyes…a very chic housewife i said to myself….She went to the corner section of that passage and was looking intently at a few clothes in the top racks…she called me over and asked me to show all the dresses…as it was the corner of a narrow aisle, i had to get real close to pick up the clothes…i expected her to move over and give me some place but instead she stood her ground and asked me to hurry up. "Yup." I think I'll be okay," I told her. Truth be told, I was alwayssomething of a history buff. I could handle a fourth grade test on itwith my hands tied behind my back and blindfolded."Alright, if you think so..." she said, seeming to doubt whether Icould really handle it."What are you doing Steph?" Jess nearly shrieked at me, "You're awfulat history!" Trust me, I'm fine," I told her with a smile. I don't think shebelieved me, but she let it drop anyway.Sure enough, I was right about the.