It was a Friday afternoon: we were all bored, sleepy, looking forward to the weekend when we could walk in the woods, swim in the lake, sleep a little...later – on the Saturday, at least. On Sundays they dragged you from bed at six for matins.Our English mistress was called Miss Walters. She was in her mid-40s and very beautiful, if a little harsh. She always wore very tight blouses through which you could often see the dark outline of her bra. She must have been at least a 40DD: they were bloody. Her fingers slipped up and down every fold until she heard Denise’s ragged breathing. Blake pushed up and looked into Denise’s eyes as she took two fingers and pushed up into her. “Do you like to be fucked?” Blake asked as she thrust up into Denise. “Or do you like to be teased?” She pulled her fingers almost all the way out and moved her thumb up to Denise’s clit. She pressed down on it as she teased her fingers just inside of Denise’s pussy. Denise writhed under her gentle touch. “You like. I'm sorry Bennie, I love you, and I'm sorry I yelled at you, and Brie. Can you guys ever forgive me?" Of course we can, Bea, that's what 'family' does for each other. We love each other, and we forgive each other, even when things go wrong. Now, our Mac and Cheese is getting cold, and your sandwich is waiting for you. So go apologize to your sister, and then eat your lunch, okay?"Bea hugged me, kissed me on the mouth again, and got down."Okay, Bennie. I love you guys so much. Britney, I'm so. In the background Susan said, "I'll take States and Statesman for $200 Alex." Unfuckinbelievable!" Julie said disgustedly, revealing a mouth full of roast beef and mayo."I mean this schmuck, this... this cretin," she wiped some mayo from her upper lip, "who preys on young kids and lives just to stick his dick up their asses." Pausing to swallow, she pointed an accusing finger at me and said, "The fucker got off today!" What!" I gasped. "He didn't!" He did, or rather I did. I got the prick off!".