” "I guess so. That's not such a bad thing though is it?" Sandra said as she hoped that the next class would not be as dull as the name suggested, a...though she wasn't sure how much excitement like the previous class her young body would be able to stand.As it turned out, History was taught by none other than the Head master. Sandra wasn't sure if it was a sigh of relief or disappointment that escaped her... when she entered the class room, either way, she had to struggle to prevent memories of. I wentover to her and suggested we go and sit up at the bow of the boat.Sitting there we talked about the day so far and then started kissing.I slowly ran my hands along her body feeling the smooth warmth of herskin. I suggested I should rub some sun tan lotion into her so shedidn't burn. She lay on her front and I applied the cream rubbing hershoulders and along her arms. I could feel her relaxing as I did thisand she closed her eyes as I massaged her. After a while, thecaptain's friend. I still remember the warmth of her womb I felt on my dick.“Come on Arun, take charge.” She was right saying this. Because all this time I was in trans enjoying the action while she did all the work, but not anymore. I pushed her to a nearby wall while she faced me, I lift her one leg and started fucking her pussy upfront. We were in hugging position so I couldn’t see her face, but I was sure that she was enjoying it. I then sped up the process and started fucking fast and hard. She couldn’t. It was if she never wanted to let me go. I started slowly and lovingly with a slow steady rhythm. After a couple of minutes, pure passion and lust took over. As I pumped my cock into her womanhood, she arched her hips and met my every body movement. I could feel her vaginal muscle clutch my penis. All during this time, we were both uttering filth. The words were flowing from our mouths. It did not sound like two college graduates but crazed lovers. We were reaching our pinnacle of sexual.