I loved it so much I would rub it all over my cock and balls like it was lotion then pulled my underwear up and went to sleep. But, doing that cause... me to stained all my underwear. I’m sure my mother didn’t want to see that. Then I decided to just shoot it on the wall next to my bed but then I started staining the wallpaper on the wall and it wouldn’t come clean. Then I moved to towels but the thought of my parents drying off with a towel that I came on multiple times started to bother. But I am desperate to go!' now squeezing my legs together, the giggling of the other girl embarrassing me.'Okay Lucy, but be quick about it.'I stood and walked to the door of the classroom and then down the hallway to the toilets. I passed the boy's door giving an envious look at the sign on the door, and then entered the next door with GIRLS painted on. All the cubicles were empty and I went into the first one that I came to. Turning I pulled up my regulation school skirt, and down my. Unlike the very unpredictable male, my trusty middle digit is always, ready, it's never tired, it never wants to talk when it's over, and best of all, it doesn't think of me as a slut, or at least I think it doesn't! I'm thirty two years old now, but I still manage to get off with my own hand at least once or twice a week, that's eighteen years of pleasuring myself when I felt the need arising! What was strange about this very natural phenomena, was how I. She was aware of nothing but his lips and tongue. She felt her excitement building higher and higher. Much higher than she'd even been. She crossed the point of no return. She heard a scream. She felt the scream. It was from her own throat.The next thing she was aware of was something pressing on her forehead. Something wet. Someone was kissing her. She opened her eyes. Greg was cradling her head on his lap and smiling down at her. He said, "How are you, my precious?"Megan looked up at him with.