" she said with a small smile. "Christy!" I said "Since when are you into women?" "Well men are annoying so I may as well give women a shot, plus, I n...ver said I wasn't into girls." She scooted nearer to me on the bed and caressed my hand. I looked into her eyes and we kissed each other. She then pulled away quickly and walked out into the living room. I sat there a moment and then re-joined the group. A few more hours, a few more shots, a few cuddles and butt grabs in jest later, it was 5. ” he said to Tim (they were) “and how high did you wash?’” Tim pushed his sleeves half way to the elbow to show Gerard what a good job he did. “Good, really good,” Gerard praised thankful there were no marks on Tim’s wrists to indicate bindings, just the usual bruises, new and old, left by his mother, “Now, let’s go eat.”After their meal, Tim and Gerard watched television until it was time for Tim to go to bed. Making sure his brother was comfortable and starting to doze off, Gerard left to the. I bit on my lip, as my hands got closer and closer to my pussy. I was beginning to get wet. “MARSHA!” I screamed, trying to cover myself up, and failing miserably. It was coach, he was supposed to lock up, but he had come in. He looked me up and down, and smirked, obviously liking what he saw. He walked over and shook his head. “Why are you still here for?” he tilted his head, is lovely brown shaggy hair falling as he did. God he was hot. I was so glad he was my gym teacher, otherwise I. The people were friendly, the weather was mild, and there was plenty for everyone to eat.Tsanja Beale was the teacher who ran the local school, and also the priestess of the local Trinity Church. She was smart, and kind. She kept everyone in the village together, and all were glad to be part of her congregation.Her mother, Mrs Beale, was the village healer, and a widow. When Dee had broken her leg, very badly, when she was ten, it was Mrs Beale who had healed her. It had taken a whole week, but.