Suddenly an idea came to her. She remembered reading a magazine article about an academy for grown women who wanted to recapture their youth at a trad...tional boarding school. There was a dress code, classrooms, hockey and netball, choir practice, school dinners, prefects and even corporal punishment. Apparently it was a great success. The academy in the article was very spartan, certainly no central heating. The Agnes McKenzie Academy was just perfect for the purpose. It could be both. She put her arms around her head and pulled him closer and locked his lips with hers. She was kissing him frantically. She wanted to eat him perhaps. Jiya was nearing an orgasm. She clenched him tightly in her arms and jerked her body heavily. Her juices started flowing and Vicky was in ecstasy that he brought her to orgasm. Vicky stopped for a while and let Jiya relax. After a few seconds Vicky again started stroking slowly and Jiya had her eyes closed. Vicky asked Jiya to open her eyes and. She asked me what the matter is. I said it is nothing and continued massaging the cow’s leg. She asked me again, this time in a softer voice, “Do you want to learn milking now?” I said yes though I was not interested in learning it. I preferred watching her doing it instead. She got up from her sitting posture, ending the nice show she was giving till now. She asked me to sit down and I reluctantly did as she said. Then she came behind me, and then took my right hand in hers and took it to the. ” “So, he went down on you?” Marc asked, clarifying what had just I told him. “Yeah, initially, we experimented with different things, including going down on each other, simultaneously, in the sixty-nine position. But I quickly learned that taking turns actually worked better. That way, I could devote my full attention to my own orgasm, as Gary sucked on me. “I remember the first time he did it…you know, got me off with his tongue…it was wild.” As I spoke, it occurred to me that discussing.