We cuddled and kissed and caressed until we got drowsy, then, pulling a blanket over us, Angie spooned into my back, and we slept until the gong went ...or dinner.“Did you have a nice day off?” The teacher asked us when we’d hurriedly sat down, last at the table. “Ever so,” said Angie, and I nodded in agreement.“Did you do anything special?” he asked.Maybe he saw the light in our eyes, or subconsciously caught the scent of pussy, barely disguised with a liberal dousing of Chamade.Angie and I just. Miss Green and Miss Clark noticed that Liz’s nipples were more prominent now.“Now the six strokes of the cane I promised” Miss Haywood said.Liz tuned and faced her. Miss Haywood admired the woman’s breasts and bush. Miss Clark and Miss Green admired their handiwork as the mature cheeks of Liz now faced them.“Step forward to here” indicated Miss Haywood pointing her cane.Liz stood where she was directed.“Bend over and grasp your legs as low down as you can” she was instructed.Liz was not. "I'm a master at cooking spam." What is spam?" Lia asked, sounding as if she expected a trap."Take nasty, unidentifiable meat, grind it, bulk it up with crusty bits of something you wouldn't expect to eat, and season it heavily to mask the origins. Serve it on a slice of bread. One serving will fill you for a day, guaranteed. Ah, those were the days." Great," Lia said. "You sound like the elders remembering the Temperdis. Thankfully, civilization does flourish here and as of today, our cooking. She rubbed her hands over her tits to feel the rest of her son's cum over her body.Sam was in the shower washing his hair when he heard the door open. "Mom is that you?" Yea, I need to jump in, so don't move. I am gonna get right behind you."Sam was used to his mother and him sharing the bathroom. Having only one bathroom made it inconvenient at times but they managed. Sam would only catch glimpses of his mother's ass at times but nothing more.Sarah opened the curtain and saw Sam washing his.