Did you have a fellow student of that name?"Of course! Old Fergie! It must have been he who had pocketed the parchment. And he did hail from these par...s. It was Ferguson who knew about the old legend and had kept his comrades entertained with tales of the awful doings of the Spirit of the Old Wood. On stormy winter nights his tales had gone down very well, as they supped old port and listened to Fergie's tales against the scary background of the rain beating upon the windows and the wind. “It really is. Tomorrows our last day though, you should come out with us.” Kevin offers.“That sounds so much better than going to the beach or whatever I’d be doing with my family.” Kevin stopped in front of the dirt pile. “What do you think?” he asks, “climb the dirt, then jump over the wall?” The girl is sizing up the dirt pile and looking at the distance between it and the wall “I don’t know if I can make that. Will you give me a boost if I need it?”“Of course.” Kevin replies taking a sip. “Whose are you?” he asked as he licked her clit in short strokes, putting two fingers in her pussy, her fuck grip tight around them. “I’m yours.” “Louder.” “I’m yours,” she moaned. “Louder!” he demanded as his fingers went in deeper, making her moan deep, her juices run down her thighs. His cock and balls were full, and he was going to burst if he didn’t get inside her soon. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours!” she exclaimed—practically yelled. She was drenched. He took his palm, coated it in her. Almost climatically, Robgroaned and empty himself, pumping wave after wave into the girl'shelpless mouth. Jessica almost shamefully was glad that Rob had gone. Atleast, his punishment couldn't involve anything sexually with her. After what seemed like hour after hour of the poor girl getting filledto the brim of cum, Rob cleared his throat and stopped pumping. Hepulled out his member. It was still large, dripping wet with a mixtureof saliva and sticky semen. "Come here and kneel; clean me off.".