Her eyes wandered over the steel bleachers as she looked up. The skeletal stairs extended several stories and proved easy for the girls to navigate th...ough the beams underneath. It had rained earlier that day and Daphne’s plain black flats began to sink into the soft ground. She stopped to read some faded white graffiti on one of the fat poles when she gasped. The strength of Valerie’s hands overpowered her, pressed her body against the beam.“Put your hands above your head on this pole,”. Protecting her real name, I will just refer to the now GILF as "Kat". Kat always wore a very long dress but nine times out of ten, she wore a low cut top along with her dress to church. There were times that I would walk into the kitchen during potluck and she would bend over to take food out of the oven and I would see her big voluptuous Double D breasts cleavage and part of her bra as she bent forward picking things up. After church was over, I would go home and masturbate imagining what I. Anya stacked a couple of smaller boxes, lifted them up and followed me back into the house. This continued for two more trips, until we had everything moved inside. I shut the front door behind us and we went upstairs.The last of the stuff set inside the bedroom I took Anya on a tour of the upstairs, telling her to pick a room she liked. She chose the one directly across from ours. It wasn't the largest one available and I wondered why she'd picked it.I went to the linen closet and pulled some. All those girls, well young women really, running around in those little short, pleated skirts and white knee socks pandering to the whims of their middle-aged teachers, desperately trying to please them so they could get the results they needed. It was like some adolescent fantasy and perhaps it wouldn’t be too shocking if some of the teachers took advantage of their position. She dreamed of leaving the small provincial newspaper of her hometown and working for one of the national newspapers..