“Thank you, I really needed that.”“Me too. But, I'll tell you something, once was not enough.”“No problem, you're in good hands,” I said r...sting my hand back on her taut ass.“No, not now. How far are we from my place?”“Maybe ten minutes.”“How far from yours?”“About five.”“Go there. I want this beautiful cock filling me, that's what I need,” she cooed while massaging my inner thigh.I pulled back onto the road wondered if I could recover and be the man she wanted in five minutes. She lifted my. My fingers, in the crook of her leg, edged under the side of her panties, feeling the smooth shaved skin beneath.Her hand squeezed the head of my penis through the trousers, and she smiled, leaning closer. Her breath in my face. "Maybe you would accompany me to the rest room." she said, with a look in her eye that was impossible to refuse.She led me by the hand, my cock tenting the front of my trousers, to the large, automatic door of the train toilet. She hit the button and it slid open. We. He wondered why she left them there intorture at the wonderful steep insoles he could clearly see.At 10:00am when it was time to rotate to history class, she smiled athim as he left ? a heavenly smile from her lovely face and gorgeous redlips.After PhysEd on Friday the school vacates rather quickly with everyoneplanning their weekend. It was 5:15pm by the time that Andy finishedwith his shower. He dressed and was leaving the empty school as hewalked past Ms. Robinson's classroom. The lights. ”“Eh?” Andy queried, he turned to the girl he was drinking with. “Eh Morag, Wee Jock here is wearin a skirt.” “Its a Kilt you twat,” Morag explained.“No its a skirt,” Jock explained, “Ah’m transitioning tae a wooman, Ah’m weain’ a skirt as a part oh it.” “Really?” Morag asked.“Aye, Ah’m transitioning tae a lesbeen,” Jock explained”Ah ken its been a while but youse was a pussy fiend when youse was last around these parts,” Andy observed.Jock continued. “Ah been down London an’ I thought I.