Jeff tries to stay in a professional manner and pours some oil into his hands and work it into her shoulders.”My! You have some mighty powerful hand....”Marcie says as Jeff massages her. He stops and asks “am I hurting you?” Oh no! Not in the least!” Go deeper if you can.” With that,Jeff works his hands down her shoulder blades to her back and he massages her deeply as he hears her moans.”OH!You are VERY good!” Marcie says as Jeff works his hands down to the small of her back and hips. He slides. Several of the guys pulled me close on the slow ones, and I didn’t resist. I was now officially hornier than a stag in rut, but I didn’t accept any of the guys offers to go back to their tables or their room either, although I was tempted by several good looking studs. One guy squeezed my butt cheek after he patted it. I grinned at him but still refused to go outside with him. Finally Kevin found me, his asshole buddy tagging along behind him. Then Kev introduced me to Jon. Jon was a large. I explained to the principal why I was at his door and about everything that had happened to the window in the bathroom, and even took him to the room in question, to show him the evidence. I gave him the names of the other two witnesses, who I spotted through the window, and assumed as he did, were the guilty party. He was happy to finally have someone come forward about the Terence Street Boys, knowing any other student would be too scared to come forward, assuring me that he would try and. The house was huge--almost a mansion! This might turn out to be more work than she had bargained for! Just then the door swung open and Mary was introducing herself to Mrs. Bradford and her friend Cora Hilliard. Both women looked to be in their early sixties but Mary was never very good at guessing peoples ages. Mary sat down in an over stuffed easy chair in the dimly lit parlor while the two ladies sat opposite her on a long sofa. After giving her vital information--age, education, work.