The figure moved through the near-empty halls of the high school with these. The figure was nondescript. Unremarkable. It clearly didn’t belong in t...is place of education, but no one gave it a second glance. The mist made it unremarkable. Though unseen, the vaporous magic was there.The same magic that wreathed the panties it made.The figure smiled as it entered Mr. Harrison’s classroom. Its eyes glanced around the room, drinking in the sight. Rows of orderly desks. Posters hung on the wall. Taking-in her round face with its short bobbed auburn hair and emerald green eyes I started to enjoy her company. She told me of Bill, her partner, and how he drank too much and always spent Saturdays at the Football match and ended-up in the bar with his mates until late. I could tell she wasn't happy and felt that she was lonely and needy. It didn't take me long to talk myself into her knickers!We became lovers and regularly rutted-away in her bedroom whilst Bill watched Cardiff play. It would take awhile to get anywhere near the truth beneath the facts, and even then there was little hope of usable evidence. As Preston predicted, Sarah was sent to Durham, Category A, as soon as she was fit to travel. What little information I could elicit from my remaining friends in Holloway suggested that she really had gone over the edge into full-blown psychosis, and was under a Largactil cosh twenty-four hours a day.I soon gave up the idea of ending my own part in the struggle, but was. "Fill me up!" It took about sixty seconds for me to implant my dick all the way in hertight little butt hole. Once I was in, I began to gyrate my hips, massaging Lisa's inner walls with my cock. "Oooohhh, I'm a dirty, dirty, dirty fucking whore!" she gasped toherself. "And whose dirty fucking whore are you?" I asked, giving her a few smallthrusts. "I'm your dirty fucking whore baby! I'm your dirty little assfuck!" My eyes were transfixed on my dick sliding in and out of that impossiblytiny.