Abby wanted to try it again and as she got up on her hands her shirt fell again covering her face, her nipples were now like bullets standing out, “...hy don’t you take that off?” I suggested, “It’s obviously hindering you” I continued and she got back down on her feet, “Good idea” she said as she pulled her shirt off and again got back up on her hands with her legs straight up.I got in close and put my hands between her upright legs and slowly moved them down until I was just touching her. I placed my hand on hers."Don't masturbate me or I'll cum too soon. I want to enjoy being touched. Use the ends of your fingers," - then added provocatively, " or your tongue."She didn't need a second invitation and ran her little, dart-like tongue down my chest and over my stomach until it reached the top band of my pants. Here it met the tip of my penis, glistening with pre-cum. She pulled the waistband down and I helped by lifting my buttocks clear of the seat long enough for her to remove. With nothing else to do she telephoned the headmistress, Susan Judge,to tell her what happened."I thought you'd investigated this skirt lifting business Susan?" Shewas furious and it was tempered only a little by her own mistakecompounding the miscarriage. "It's all over social media that lots ofgirls saw the accident that he had, he didn't lift the girl's skirt atall and now he's fighting for his life."Of course the head wanted to know what had happened, but Christine wastoo upset to give. We had only one thing on our mind - selfish, uninhibited sex. I had checked into the hotel, receiving the usual two key cards for the room. I dropped one in the pot plant next to the elevator and from a distance you watched me enter the car, the doors close as I travelled to the fourth floor. You followed after about a minute, folding the newspaper you were pretending to read and laying it on the table of the foyer. You walked casually towards the elevator, reached into the plant and retrieved.