I was so horny from thinking about the weekend. Friday couldn’t get here soon enough, I thought, as I lay naked on my bed. I reached over to my nigh...stand, and picked up my old reliable hairbrush. First, I ran the bristles lightly over my pussy lips, as I thought about what Sandy had said to me and Uncle Roger. I didn’t know exactly what she planned, but it sounded like it was going to be pretty wild. After the bristles got me all worked up again, I turned the brush around and buried the handle. COCKSON CLICKED ON THE LINK FOR OLD&YOUNG. THE USUAL WARNING WAS DISPLAYED ABOUT THE LEGAL AGE.SCROLLING DOWN. THERE WAS THE LINK WHICH SIMPLY SAID THE CLUB.PETER WAS GETTING EXCITED AND STATED WITH A SMILE.....''MMMMM, THE CLUB''MRS.COCKSON ACKNOWLEDGED PETER'S ENTHUSIASM WITH A LOOK AND A MISCHIEVOUS GRIN. THEN SCROLLING DOWN FURTHER SETTLED A PICTURE, A PICTURE THAT MADE YOUNG PETER GASP. IT WAS A PICTURE OF MRS.COCKSON IN A TIGHT FITTING OUTFIT RAISING ONE LEG GIVING A GOOD VIEW OF HER. Well, didn't toss it. We were in a little lecture hall, with like 40 students and she was a couple rows up and a bunch of chairs over, so she had our classmates pass the note from one to another to me."I have to go to the bathroom."That was all it said and so I got up, leaving my books cause it was the middle of class and we had thirty more minutes of the professor's boring lecture. Heather was getting up too, but she was right on the aisle so she was already out the door while I was still. People claimed they "really felt hypnotized," that "nothing was fake" and "Henry was the greatest entertainer alive" (There might have been a bit of hypnosis involved in those interviews). Many girls came up to him after the show, asking for his autograph, or a chance to experience what the other girls experienced on stage. But Henry still had his detractors, people who claimed it was all a fake, that he had placed actors in the audience, that the people on stage were playing along, however,.