Miss Summers lead to girls in silence to line up facing the wall outside the boys changing rooms.She knocked loudly on the door when Mr Robson opened ...t she told him she needed a word in private. They walked to the other end of the corridor and muttered and gently laughed.Mr Robson returned to the boys changing rooms and turned the showers from hot to cold ‘Stay in there boys, I have a surprise for you!’He opened the door and Miss Summers and the girls were invited in to the changing area. The. All rights reserved. No permission given to post elsewhere. The morning after, we walk hand in hand, meandering across The Strawberry Fields… only our footprints mar the smooth carpet of snow. The Strawberry Fields–a lovely area of Central Park, New York City’s memorial to John Lennon–is covered by an inch of late November snow glinting brightly in the early morning sunshine. Looking around the beautiful landscape we see our footprints are the only ones. But then we are so much in love we are. This makes her eyes roll back into her head and body tense. Just as she thinks this is the final rush of his dominance, She quickly cums as he begins to wipe his Big wet Cock on my pillow.She puts on her underwear and a sexy and somewhat sheer robe and walks him out to his car. She literally is only thinking about how soon she can experience that again and doesn't give a single thought to any of the neighbors who may be peering out of their windows after noticing the unusual blacked out. ‘Hey, before you hang up, I’m sending you an address. I want you to check out a show near you. I hear good things about this one.’ ‘I’m not working this week, Patch,’ she said, exasperated. ‘Then don’t work. Go, enjoy the show, and then next week think about what you saw and heard.’ ‘You’re incorrigible,’ she moaned. ‘And you’d be lost without me,’ he said proudly. Donna rolled her eyes. ‘You’re rolling your eyes at me, I can hear it,’ laughed Patch. ‘Good-bye, Patch.’ ‘Promise me.