My crotch is one big ache and I can barely walk behind her. We both get in the side door of the van in record time. "I don't know what you did, Robert..., but I have never been this turned on in my life." Before I can mutter a reply her mouth is all over mine and her tongue is halfway down my throat. Her moans are almost continuous as I close the van door. My hands gently rub her back and I realize she is not wearing her bra. Immediately, in astonishingly slow motion, my hands undo the buttons of. A boat cruised by along the river, we kept still and no-one saw us. Back on the motorbike Jenny put her arms around my waist and leaned tight on my back. I could feel her breasts as we rode back to town. I stopped near the playhouse, nobody was around. She smiled at me and crawled inside, I followed. We began kissing again, and she said, “I can taste my pussy on your tongue.” I said, “Your pussy tastes delicious.”My cock was coming to attention as she asked me to fuck her again. We undid each. We never planned this, we never thought that’s what was going to happen. Maybe we’ll feel guilty afterwards. Possibly. But not at that moment.At that moment, all I could thought about was kissing her breasts. I pull her closer to me and started to lick her nipples, the panda outfit still on, as she pushed my head against her chest. My hands went toward her hips, caressing her all the way down, and hers took out my shirt and nail down my back. I felt the pain I gained.Maybe it was the pain what. Grace smiled contentedly.“Evidence of masturbation without permission no doubt. Disobedient sissies who do so are caned by their respective Head-Girl, caged for one week and caned each day for that week; this sissy is waiting by matron’s office; she’ll have a final caning from her and her pathetic dick will be released. The irony of the punishment is she’ll be aching to come after a week of canings, so Matron will take her to Mistress Bow’s office and she’ll be made to masturbate before her.